Poetry Series

John Bastian

- poems -

Publication Date: October 2011

Publisher: PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive

Poems are the property of their respective owners. This e-book was created by John Bastian on www.poemhunter.com. For the procedures of publishing, duplicating, distributing and listing of the poems published on PoemHunter.Com in any other media, US copyright laws, international copyright agreements and other relevant legislation are applicable. Such procedures may require the permission of the individuals holding the legal publishing rights of the poems. (Book Scifi Fiction) Scifi Novel Prologue: The Fixer

The night brought a chill with it, as always. Like many nights before, the sky was pitch black. The stars and moon shined right off the water. It seemed as if you could grab them. I was sitting on the pier, like I always did. I come out here for the serenity. See, being what I am, I don't get any time to myself. I am what one call the fixer. Some would call me a politician, a cheat, a con, a witch, a warlock, a vampire a shape shifter, and many more names. They are attributed to me because of what I do.They are meaningless to me. I deal with problems others don't want to even here about. To top this off I get very little pay for it. What happens is a journalist, the police, the FBI, the CIA, even the NSA comes to me with these problem that tend to be of super natural origin. They usually want them to disappear. So I indulge them at the right price. Most of the time it is just bull shit anyways. Every now and then I run into situations that can't be explained scientifically. But as I learn in this field a long time ago theirs always some kind fact in the fiction. The problem is how to weed it out. Keep it simple and specific, or you'll be going a a lot of wild goose chase. All because your to gullible too know better. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 (Book Scifi Fictions) Chapter 1 Alternate Dimensions (Only A Tiny Bit)

'ARK! ! ! ', Angel screamed at the top of her lungs. But it was not heard. He always disappear like this. She was just getting use to it, being that she just found out he was a demon called langors. Like humans, langors lived normal peaceful lives. They didn't require blood as human books say. They are not vampires, but langors. The only special power they have is to travel from dimension to dimension. Think of dimensions as alternate time periods. By this I really mean they can travel to alternate destinies. An dimension is made by a choice somewhere in time that creates an alternate future. They are the most powerful physics in their own right because they can travel to the future before a choice has been made. (Will add more when I have more time.) John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 (The New) Isn't New

You are right and wrong. Even if (The New) are the new, they still have been politics too long. How we elect (The Greats) is the evolutionary latter. Its not by the people, but electoral votes. So only in the lower elections do we matter. Remember that guy you voted on for mayor? He's the one that puts the higher politician in power. A weakness in a system that has grown so sour. It stinks of corruption. We need to move of them in an out more often. One year is all you get. If you are gonna make a real change better make it quick. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 4 Days and Counting

4 days and counting, the excitement is mounting, a new a life, a better life, full of happiness. Saying all these goodbyes, bring tears to the eyes. Its a fading sunrise. That first moment Ill forever cherish. First impressions, first impressions, will everything go right. Its the mornings delight, to see you. Even if it means the loss of a future that I don't know what holds. Only in a world so cold could I either say no or let go. 4 days and counting, the truest emotions surmounting. Going for it all, the story book fight. Reading it under a child's night light. Making it work even when were at our worse. All my energy being dispersed, dispatched, by a higher calling. My life was stalling over, and over again. The constant wounding and mending. It was never ending till I found my greatness in you. 4 days and counting. The soul searching is over. I have been delivered from my solitude and we have raised the aptitude. The skies so high, afraid to fall, well do it together. Floating down like a feather.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 4th of July Decisions

With a morbid sense of humor I say listen bitch Your coming to our forth of July party Or we will be coming To kill your old man To burn your house down And grab you and your kid The reason being you can't make up your mind So we feel we have make some decisions for you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 99 Virgins Still Bleed

Such sorrow. Felt through the worlds tomorrow. A mass explosion. Suicide on the mind. No matter the cause. A family has died. A candle light vigil through the centuries. The hate builds. And regret just never heals. Its just another life to steal. Ah it just can't be real. A figment of all our imaginations. A proclamation written upon the constellations. The 99 virgins still bleed. An ignorant belief. Where life is better when it is not so precious. No moral compass or guidance. Just a blind march to destroy and deploy chaos. Who cares about the personal cost. Their not me. I don't have to live with repercussions. Well you're so wrong. You human as all of us. And you'll rot and be turned into dust. Forever forgot. Only the lives you took will ever be remembered. I remember them do you? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A (I Love You) Final Resting Place

Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go It can't end this way Just listen to me You will make it You will live on With you the kids are growing so strong Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go No its not okay You must fight With all you strength Think of those you love Think of those who depend on you the most Anything to keep you going You are the one I love. You the one that I just cant let go. No matter how hard I try I looked into her eyes and she died I never got to say my final goodbye A (I love you) final resting place Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go In your eyes i see the beautiful sparkle of the of the snow Just live on. This is just so wrong. My heart is already gone It has jumped out my body and committed suicide Just beat the hell out of my insides Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go Sir but you have to the paramedic says I'm sorry shes already gone How could this happen? Why me? I thought we were destine to be. A long lived family. This will never be satisfactory. I'll love her till the day I die.

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Attacking Angry Voice

The man who won't stop Like an addiction, a self centered affliction. I think he might just like hearing himself talk. Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut. Over the hill tops Under the roof tops His voice echos. Forever words chasing me down. Attacking till I fall to the ground. Just let me get up. Give me a chance. Before you say, you say. You're a loser. You're dilluted. So shallow and ugly. From the outside in. Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet. Here's my anger on a plate. Enjoy, and please try to destroy. Anyway just to feel a little better on the inside. Driving the nails into a very shaken mans coffin. Bury me now. You already dug the hole. With blood and sweat. I really believe every word you met. Please say it again It was just not enough. Think you got it tough. Poor you, here you want a tissue. Excuse after excuse. Just let it all lose. The man who won't stop Like an addiction, a self centered affliction. I think he might just like hearing himself talk. Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut. Over the hill tops Under the roof tops His voice echos. Forever words chasing me down. Attacking till I fall to the ground. Just let me get up. Give me a chance. Before you say, you say.

You're a loser. You're dilluted. So shallow and ugly. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 From the outside in. Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet. Here's my anger on a plate. Enjoy, and please do try to destroy. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 A Book Never Read

Living by the fire Living to admire Living down to the wire Still the wheels don't turn I think it is because I want it Urn for it The beautiful almighty I will not pray Not as long as I live day by day How much does my soul really weigh? How many sins can be forgiven? The fog will eventually choke you out Whine and pout all you want It won't make a dent in my steel cage Because it was built from pure rage If Its not a stage What am I going through? Its just another page of my book never read Words as stale as the food I was fed Maybe it was how many times I have been dropped on my head I plead guilty to an unwritten destiny I lied to myself in a mirror straight to my very own face Memories erased It's just another page of my book never read I can't be lead astray Especially if I'm willing It's not much different then stealing A moral yeng then yang A oh so perfect harmony Keeping things on a even keel Always questioning what is real It's just another page of my book never read I hold on so tight to my comfy bed Such a beautiful night The stars are glistening oh so bright I turn off the lights Sleep for the dreams of a tomorrow We are all living on borrowed time So I ask again where's mine? A question that continues to go unanswered Draw your own conclusion It's another one of the deep dark mysterious illusions

It's just another page of my book never read It's as if every word has never been said It's just another page of my tattered and torn book that will be never read www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 A Controversy in Terms (Read at Your Own Risk)

A controversy in terms. I haven't heard anyone or say anything about it So here it goes Abortion Yeah that dirty word My opinion is this their are scenarios where it should be acceptable A child having a child I believe at that age just because you conceive doesn't mean your ready to have one. A rape producing a child This one even the religious should allow as exception, due to the environment of conception. A junky's giving birth This one due to the fact of defects and disease that are spread. I also believe that their are preventive and alternative options too. Can we say contraception Can we say adoption But ultimately I believe it should be the woman's choice no matter my opinion or yours. As men we take for granted that we don't have to deal with this nasty issue. We tell the women what they can and can't do without going through the ordeals ourselves. Think about telling a teenager daughter of yours you can no longer go to school because you have to keep and raise your kid. Now imagine being that kid or woman. It is not a matter life or death. Instead its a matter of what we think is right or wrong Who are we to judge? I agree after the second trimester it is wrong to abort. But I also believe these fake abortion clinics that delay for the sake of religion are wrong. This has been cited. Their has been legal action taken against such places.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 A Conversation With Yourself

As writer one must be able to converse with them selves in different personalities. A three way conversation all in ones head. Is that crazy. If so I'm most certainly okay with it. It makes me feel better to express views from different perspectives. It is observation and the understanding the human mind and personality. How will one person react over another when ask the same question. Again another one of my thoughts expressed just after added a new paragraph in the book. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 15 A Coversation

The teacher speaks of quotes and double quotes. I think hes right. Not to put myself in the spotlight. My grammar is lacking I am still interacting. Learning only so slow. In then out. It's a midnight show. We keep moving on. Put it in reverse. Lets go backwards. Down to the first word of a thought. 'What was that my son? '' It was dad. Doesn't that make you sad? Already gone, and still here. He says, 'Everyone should have a job right now.' Well if their being so handed out 'where's mine'? . No last words. Silence filled the room. Most thought their was going to be a fight breaking out. But I was already gone. In a different state mined. That was my indifference. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 16 A Declining Empire

Tent cities, and refugee camps. Can you imagine that in the united states. We are falling apart. It's crumbling. Where are you gonna put all these people That you can no longer afford. If you want to make those vicious of cuts you better start making solutions for them as well. If you can't decide whom shall preside. Then you are committing suicide. An agreement of terms is needed for any thriving democracy. We are decaying and giving up on ourselves. A declining empire. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 17 A Devil To Lust

The devil blinks her eyes. Then gets undressed in another bed. She rocks it as only a demon could. Round after round. Fast then slow. The places she makes you go. Deliciously evil from every taste, touch, and desire. This girl just poured some gasoline, struck a match, and lit the place on fire. With an attitude of I'll beat you the hell up. Kick your a double s. To a figure satan couldn't have design her better him self. Seduction as this eye candy turns heads. It becomes a competition. And she loves every moment of it. She desire blood. She a naughty naughty vampire. She getting off on all attention. Drawn to it. A magnetic attraction. A life paid for. Everyone wants her. But never will her love be permanent. Because all she know is lust. A succulent kiss to lure the men in. The money flows. But they still have to go. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 18 A Different Way

Dropping down by surprise coming at this from a different angle A re-approach The side approach Coming in through the window When the doors open. Who say I want use it? Maybe my way is better You just never know. A backwards letter A dyslexic meaning Can you still understand me? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 19 A Empty Shell

An obsession I can taste it now. I'm losing my conscience. Surviving this desert storm. Look in to my I eyes. I'm ready to die. If only for what I believe. A massacre of the heart. Dissect and inspect it. And what do you find but the blood of man. All I am is flesh and bone without it. I would shrivel up into nothing. A empty shell going straight to hell. A mindless soldier willing to kill on a given order. I'm insubordinate. I'm sorry sir, but I'm leaving this is not my war. Call me a deserter. But I can think for myself. I'm not one of the Christmas elves. Just doing what your told. It's getting kind old. It's my pursuit to my own happiness. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 20 A Friends Leaveing Again

I want you so bad in every kind of way. i want you too stay but i know you are going away again again my dear friend. I could tell you anything i want with confidence and trust. yet i wont cause you'll just go away again and again. am i crazy cause i want you in the worst kind of way. a tease is a breeze compared to you. But you continue to go away. again and again my dear friend. Your so go damn hot when you act so crazy. and a piece of me from my childhood lies with you. and it hurts so bad when you go away. please this time will you stay. just stay here with me again my dear friend. It always comes to end. forgotten memories have come alive me. so full of passion. every sensation is just an overreaction. But still i feel it like every time before and then you walk out the door once more. gone with the wind. over and over again and still it never ends. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 21 A Gift

I'm just giving it to you Take it, don't you argue Don't make a offer, or a promise something you can't repay. As friend I don't need or want anything. As family the love means so much. With no penance I don't feel I have to. It just is a want, to feel good about myself. To say I helped, to say I was their. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 22 A Good Time

Seeking, and searching Breathing, and conceiving. Getting up only to leave again. One two three gone. So unfulfilled. In a world full of thrills. Whats the next? In this race who else can I beat to the top? With every ounce of energy I give it all I got. Still as all men I just never can be satisfied. I'm riding with devil by my side. I don't care about good or evil. Don't like it well to bad just deal with it. Yeah I got attitude. Yeah I seem rude at times. You really think I even give shit? Hell no. With time so limited. I will have my good life. I will have my cake and eat it too. I take pleasure out of every moment. Down to the very last drop. As a vampire I'm bleeding it all dry. I have drained the entire sky. All for my good time. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 23 A Languages Design

Learning yet another language. The computer speaks in formulas and equations Decoding it down to the very design. Working backwards and seeing what you find. Read the books and invent it as your own. Make a claim so bold. Look I think you found gold. Perfection in the code. With a vision sewed. You put it up with an upload. You have just shared it with all the world. Never appreciated as the work you put into. The click without understanding what that took. Never a second look. No template will do. For as an artist work. It must be done from scratch. A skeleton at first. Ugly is it curse. But slowly it changes. Warped and molded into something new. It as it is to you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 24 A Last Resort

I'm on the pills again I'm on the drugs again I'm on a binge again So high tonight The lights are just to bright Blinding Defining you and me Who are we going to really be My thought are my needs My blood looks like thick red water I will not wake tomorrow Death comes so slowly You are never ready Its like that pop up confetti Did you bring it to the party I'm on the pills again I'm on the drugs again I'm on a binge again So high tonight The lights are just to bright Blinding I'm rewinding my video of memories Which lies in my head The good The bad The sad The cationic state That most will never be able to relate Why do I lie still Have I lost all my will

I'm on the pills again I'm on the drugs again I'm on a binge again So high tonight The lights are just to bright Blinding Never ending Is this a game of pretending The screams The shouts They are the clouds reflections They can be seen from the inside The oceans comes with the high tides The hole has gotten so wide I need a fix Give me the pills www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 25 Give me the drugs I'm going on my very last binge Before life hands me my sweet revenge Angel of darkness take me to a place I would not other wise ever know Please lets go Lets just go John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 26 A Man With A Million Thoughts(ADD - Attention Decifit Disorder)

A man with a million thoughts. How does he bring organization to them all? This chaos is where I have began. So a solution lies in the end. Reworking it. Reworking it I missed something their I missed something here How do I perfect so many thoughts all at once It is add to the extreme. I can't focus on just one thing. I must express every view point thoroughly. Yet with it misses nailing it exactly as I thought. With errors I am riddled. Like a man playing twenty fiddles How do I edit my own craziness? ~this is describing how I feel at times with all my thoughts. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 27 A Moment Forever in Time

In a dream, a wish, a hope and a prayer exist. It is something we should never miss. It could be nothing or something. All by the choices we make. Whether it is of heart ache. Or in the world we are to shake. A moment forever in time remembered as the dream. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 28 A Moment Of Cats Lives

A cat name sherry goes to window and tries to break though it What is on the side one might ask But of course another female cat Shes see it as an invasion of her territory Now her sister runs up to her and ask 'what do you think your doing? ' With one fell swipe sherry hisses 'I'm doing what I want to.' And the sister falls down off the window seal With a puffed up tail she runs away So she will be ready to fight a another day John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 29 A Not So Unique Defect

Treading on ground so soft When do really know we've hit rock bottom I feel like I've been bled by some creature only found in the dark and deep I'll reap then sew you back up again I've gone off the deep end I write if its already over It gets colder Stop the wind with your mind Breaking the distance of time Shaking the floor with you voice You lost all right of choice Still your told to make the most the insignificant My soul is full I ate my fill I drank it all in the whole damn still My body isn't real The numbness went to my brain I think it left a stain I try reaching for it and all i feel is pain I can taste the greed Its all around me I've seen many men give up all dignity Just for one last cup of something so sweet It must be another piece of that infamous candy What a treat But lust turns into deceit Then stones are melded from dirty words Its slung like your trying to kill some diseased bird The hypocrite Bite me next Wreck some ones whole life with the simplest of words Its kind of absurd haven't you heard Do you concur? This only happens when you not sober Not that drugs are any better The life of servitude More More Whose keeping score? But to hell with it You don't matter I don't matter When we are all united the people must listen If not the all the self centered have doomed us all John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 30 A Poets Love

To describe it as you do I have no clue With words streaming through A voice so thoroughly heard It echos across the world Reaches in places unheard Flies higher then any bird This is your love. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 31 A Question To An Understanding As You Know It

But what of the insight of these reasons, who claims to hold that light? With a match book I push my hand firmly against it and stroke with quick flick and its lit. Is that as easy as this insight? Or is it harder to reach? Is it like wisdom's gain on the train of life? Only at the end of the ride do you get it. Or is it somewhere in the middle? A question to an understanding as you know it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 32 A Reflection

Equality is not defined by the people, but for the people. One of who has higher education carries on his celebration. But changes nothing of importance. Why because he's not suffering. He's is already bought and paid for by the system which enslaves you. He is laughing, he is cackling. A man stroking his ego as he has always done. Looky here son. Look what I've become. And in the mirror lies an ugly reflection. One not of humanity, but depravity. Cruel but just world, so is said. The founders are not dead. They live on inside us. They are expressed in ways that bring me disgust. They are expressed in ways that bring me joy. I thank god not everyone is like this man in the world. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 33 A Release

A release of ones self being. To explain what one is feeling In words so simple comes so much meaning Trying to not be overachieving But what can be helped when with ones eyes they are seeing An antidote to a problem No solution seems to be solving A prolonged equation bring loads of aggravation With relief is the sensation A contemplation, of what is A premonition, of what was I hear them still say just because Not need of one to listen but to forgive These are the voices of men Disguised by colors of the sin For one needs to admit So they can forget John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 34 A Repetitive Break Down

I was breaking down when I got with you I was breaking down when I left you I am breaking down just thinking about you. Curing the world one person at a time. In the body souls and minds. My first true love. Absence from god above. A sickness it has become. Constantly being undone. When push comes to shove. I just couldn't hurt you enough. The wounds left me even more numb. I was breaking down when I got with you I was breaking down when I left you I am breaking down just thinking about you. Every fight was our last. Surrendering to my past. In it lives a silent kingdom. Of knights king and queens. Romance with a wicked dance. That still haunts me. I'm not a blind man for I can see. The fire still burns. But the light is just never the same. My heart has been forever stained. My head urns to just be empty. I was breaking down when I got with you I was breaking down when I left you I am breaking down just thinking about you.

You completed me as only the one could. As only one should. To stubborn to admit I was ever wrong. I was never wrong. Drowning under my own shallow ego Suffocating, the plastic wraps right over my head. Oh it's killing, its stealing, oh its taking the air away from me. I just need to breath. I'm so sorry that I have this disease. Crucified with her eyes. Somebody dig the hole and just bury me. I was breaking down when I got with you I was breaking down when I left you I am breaking down just thinking about you.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 35 A Riddle Me Not

I was asked the most interesting question Why do males travel in packs While women travel pairs I'm not sure how to react Being of what I am. Was that a misguided insult What will be the result A fight forth right An argument of the tongues Its how one comes undone My answer to this is men don't mined the competition... John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 36 A Rising Headache

You can't fix me. Stop even trying. I'm just bleeding not dying. I'm not a child. I don't need your mommy patronising bullshit. Just let me dive into the water. Wish a splash it is all better. Another memory erased. Why do my escapes always leave bitter taste. The eventuality of the unavoidable. Devoid just listen those screams. Oh what did you do this time. Put that bottle down. And I haven't even picked it up yet. A crazy horse syndrome. Crazy before I even am. Notoriety of the sickness has played out. But still I am devout. She's such a beautiful crutch. She's legal and she doesn't even cost much. Gulp in pain. How much can I down in one swallow. A mans man with heart that's getting so hollow. Drowning out the sorrow. Smashing the bottle when its all gone. Picking a fight with a friend just to make myself feel a little better. Throwing a punch at a brick wall just to know I'm still alive. At least it don't hit me back. Not that I've ever been much of a coward. But I've already lost another friends that way. So I'm not going back for seconds. And eating any more regret. God f$#@ing Damn't To Hell. Someone please just take off this spell. This curse. I'm seeing doubles of this verse. Think I'm just going to lay down. Another hangover for tomorrow. As the sun rises so will the headache. Ohswell still got to do what you have to. I am a functional alcoholic John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 37 A Soul Stealer

It comes upon me, time and time again. It's the grand finally my friend. A Wicked poker game with all decadent men. All holding out till the last minute. Oh who's gonna win? Is it another bluff? Fiction or fantasy. Oh baby rolling with the ecstasy. Trial by the nights of pitch black sky. Some say suicide, Some say you never wanted to die. Only god truly knows' why. Denial and prejudice at the same time. The judge and jury in a flurry attack. The poor man had no time to react. 26 stab wounds creates a bloody mess. You try to clean it up to your best, but with out success. Vengeance for life. No one will come see you. Not this time you've done yourself in. Let the punishment fit the crime. Passionate or not, a plea of temporary insanity with not an ounce dignity. Cigarettes burns to the eye. Pissing on the body as it burns and getting pleasure out of it. A socially path, a sick son of a b*tch in which their no cure for. Your keeping score after each murder. Some would call you a serial killer. I call you a soul stealer. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 38 A Soul to Steal

Only the darkest rose could love you And I'm it. As much as you hate admit. You're sick. You're a vacuum that can swallow hearts a billion at a time. But everyday your still constantly. on my mind. As if I could ever cure. A savior covered in complete darkness. Willing to take a bullet. But that call never comes. So I move on. Trying to forget every memory we shared. Every laugh and smile destroyed. Scars and wounds cover my body. Ripped with razor blades. The lines follow me all the way down. Some still bleed. A dark seed waiting to be planted. An empty shell. Hollow as if whatever was inside is now gone. Uncertainty, Lacking a place to truly belong. Trying so hard to fix myself not knowing if i ever will. I got a soul to steal. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 39 A Suicide Massacre Planned

Hey, pass this man another drink. Washing away all the pain. Even better for the mentally insane. Sitting to wonder and think. On the brink. Planning and plotting. A course straight across the stars. Falling one by one. This is the angel of death. Marked are his victims. Some would call this a trigger. The mans completely a mess. Shoot him and put him out of his misery. His already waiting for that stretcher. He just doesn't care. Stalking just to stare. All is lost. With greed comes a cost. A hollow solid ravaged heart. Each plays a part. For destiny must have a start. Now, now, now an inconsequential action. Quite perverse. Well thought out as if it was rehearsed. Information used to its fullest. A illusionist. Creating a perfect sky. The one where everyone dies. A massacre that defies. A blank reality. Absolute silence. A forever mourning. A sadness with distaste. Frost and fire. Twisted and turned. Wrapping it up oh so quick. With one last shot hes gone. Abandoned by this world. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 40 A Unheard Letter

My dear friend How was your day? Mine wasn't much better. But words still can't bring you here with me again Times have changed But if the words are true you are still the same How I wish I could forget your name So many pleasantries How do you do This is my family This is what I'm all about They come first Even when the pain is so much worse And this has become our curse Maybe some day thing will change Going back would bring out so many happy memories The feelings I have are making me dizzy We are what we are Worlds apart in time and space Yet your right next door A gap forever undefined Locked up deep within Inside Apologies plenty A toll on the soul with to many Give me serenity Give me infinity The unwilling to the unknown God has shown Seldom does one truly live alone Against all odds Breaking the bar We've come so far We falter not We have heart And I will not just let it fall apart Even if that's the way it seem to drift I will not let things go amiss We all have shown forgiveness And I will do this At my own price The self righteous insanity plea Look at what you have done to me Brought upon so much agony So done has my many good will of many deeds And in the end I hope I succeed John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 41 A Very Dark Night

For those I love I'm only willing fight. With the guidance of a light. Let me be a bringer of peace. Let me be part of the entire world. Let me shelter you in every word I speak. For knowledge is power. And sometimes its needed. To remove blinders engraved. The human slave. By what is beyond his control. Let me dig deep into every soul. Grab the most precious and show you what its all for. A war has been declared. With words as their weapons. There here to destroy. Little sentries they deploy. Spread the word we are not powerless. We still have our love. We still have our god above. Even in the face of an insurmountable enemy. Their killing your family. One by one. Destroyed by the illusion of a gun. Your done its over. I'm sorry sir but I will not just surrender. Not without a fight. Even if it under a twilight The darkness of the most horrible night. I'm waiting an ready for it everyday of my life. You will not take the ones I love rights! John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 42 A Whisper That Wants To Be A Scream

That kind of validation should be but the silence among the lambs. A quietness to never be heard. A whisper that wants to be a scream but doesn't exactly know how. As if to say I have a question, yet I'm to afraid to ask. A game of self pity. Beckoning for attention. As if it's our fault of that which they did not mention. A homeless man walking on the poorest streets of the city. A prostitute getting in the car with another Jon in a place known for such vices. We have to take notice and We have to stand out to be noticed. And pessimism does nothing to farther such a cause. Unless that is what one desires. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 43 A Working Man

A working man does all he can Just trying to make a living To provide and survive Till the next day comes by Or he dies Which ever comes first For better or worst rain or shine Pay the bills Feed and cloth the kids Get in a fight with the wife And hope she forgives A working man does all he can Just trying to make a living To provide and survive Till the next day comes by Or he dies Which ever comes first For better or worse Rain or shine Go to the park A day off You feel so lost How much will this cost A working man does the best he can Just trying to make a living To provide and survive Till the next day comes by Or he dies Which ever comes first For better or worse Rain or shine Driving so fast Your late Hoping you don't get fired Down to the wire A working man does all he can Just trying to make a living To provide and survive Till the next day comes by Or he dies Which ever comes first For better or worse Rain or shine Another fight www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 44 Give her some roses Say your sorry, and mean it. Next thing you know Your both removing all your cloths A working man does all he can Just trying to make a living To provide and survive Till the next day comes by Or he dies Which ever comes first For better or worse Rain or shine Its still mine till the day I die John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 45 Above The Wind Fall

Crazy as life is, I still take a sip. Slowly swallow it down. Every taste, every embrace. Love is dire, the most important above all else. The heart swells, but some strange emptiness still dwells. Maybe its the loss of some family while others want to give it all. I shall not falter, living so close to the edge but still nothing has changed. The power of devotion and pure emotion. Creates a reflection of beauty. Stand tall, stand above the windfall. Doubt creates nothing but a clout of misjudgements of dangerous proportion. Extravagant words dress up truths in a disguise. I have for so long been looking through a phantoms eye. Now I realize what was missing. Now I know what it truly feels like to be alive. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 46 Absolute Destruction

One step closer, one inch further, to absolute destruction. Tear it all down. Move out of the way. Or i will dig into you, with claws sharper then a scalpel. One step closer, one inch further, to absolute destruction. Vengeance is a game best played numb, so numb. I'm a black hole. I'll suck you in. then with the strongest gravity, ill crush you to oblivion. I just cant take it anymore. As hard as I try this time. I don't think some people will survive. Its my wrath that cast a shadow of an overcast. One step closer, one inch further, to absolute destruction. Feel the rhythm, its a sooth Sayer. That plays music in such a way, that my body becomes an iron cage. Fight to free yourself. You just can't. It wont break. You are mine. You are in heaven already. You just don't know it. You infected me with your sick bent twisted blistered ideas. I tell them to leave me alone. They still don't go.

One step closer, one inch further, to absolute destruction. Seen it all before. Open the door an come fourth once more. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 47 Afraid Of Myself

On the deep end Starting a trend Obsessive Losing my marbles one at a time I'm a kid again So scared Of what I might do to you Because of what I am Because of what has happen An evil soul resurrecting A disease so infecting Rejecting the failure of my own mental dissection Is their any objection? If that is so Good I need a criticism This is how it is This is what you got to give Mind Body Soul I'm losing control Shaking Fiending Confused All I have left I need to lose Strip it all away Down to the very foundation Down to the very last constellation Stars burning so bright Fade with the flip of a switch Trying to scratch an itch I just can't reach I've been bled and leached Healing me I just don't know I think I should go Before I make another mistake Tears fill the empty lake Thoughts of you keep me awake Thought of you make me so dedicated You are my fuel for my life That I really never had Yet I can't be near you We had our parting of ways You probably still hate me for that day But that's okay It's for the better Even in late December I try not to remember But it can't be helped This was the second truth of a hard life with no end in sight So I'll go on www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 48 It was a good fight I'll never try rewriting what has already been written Let it be Please let it be Oh please just let it be John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 49 All For One

Wiping the dust off my feet. Secrets make all bleed. Just stay the hell away from me. Its my destiny. You cant control me. Fickle is life irony. The harder you push me the further i will go. Writing nasty names in the snow. Its not happening just so you know. Try as you might. Friend in the twilight. They fade in the daylight. A sun burning so bright. A heart set on fire. Forever searching. Constantly researching. The path more easily traveled. Call me a lier. Maybe i am. But i shall not be damned. Protection from you all. One by one you shall fall. And still i shall stand tall. To today, to tomorrow, a game well played, but its still not good enough. Not stopping, not contemplating, not waiting, not hesitating. Just embrace whats their. Not whats not. You think your all i got. Well its bigger. Its not one for all. Its all for one. Got it backwards. She cant see it so whatever. Let her rot. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 50 All Is Well

Wings carry me off the floor. I watch everything fall in place. Can have this dance once more. Its no longer a race. A steady pace. I'm in love with such a pretty face. She brings no disgrace to me. Even with the lack of maturity. Total opposite on a even keel. Making deals. Compromise till all lies die or slide. We all just trying to get by. What pretty blue eyes. Who care what the others say. Let reach for the sky. Grab the bright star from heavens. I will never look, second guess myself, and question why. It our revelation that I hope doesn't end in a horrid way. Cherish today. Love the chaos and dismay. For order ruins things that the soul brings. A surprise I didn't understand before now. How alive it could make you feel. All is well, and all will, as it will be always be well. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 51 All The Way To The Top

Just listen and shut up. I'm going to do what I have to. Like a soldier I'm marching. Destination is to conquer of the world. What ever it takes. Whom ever I have to step over on this revolutionary latter. Hate, love me its all the same. Soon I'll forget your face as well as your name. Can't complain. How can I best explain. I have so many talents its insane. Like a broken lover they come one right after another. Being grateful for what you got just isn't enough. Take advantage in every way. Never turn the other way. Obsess till its as is perfection. Never accept that infamous rejection. Just pull back a layer of skin and jump right back in. With every ounce of ambition and dedication. None of that procrastination. Its my life, its what I make it. And I'm gambling it all cause the pride comes before my fall. What is the cost ill buy it. Materialistic, and realistic. Selfish and over indulgent when it come to my lively hood. I can never stop till I'm on the very top. So lets see what you got. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 52 All Yours

Let my finger tips do the talking I am crawling I am walking I am marching If only for a little while To rise up, to rise against To show the weakness in man I am but a contradiction in words I am a man of many masks One each for a different task I think way too fast Just slow it down bit What's the hurry to go nowhere We are already here. Standing before you Ready to ask Ready to question Demanding answers Debated and already hated You have just been emasculated I'm you worst enemy. I'm your best friend I'm as you make it. Be care with that vase you just might break it I'm here to send you to hell or help Take it or don't The choice is all yours All yours Let my finger tips do the talking I am crawling I am walking I am marching If only for a little while To rise up, to rise against To show the weakness in man I am but a contradiction in words I am a man of many masks One each for a different task I think way too fast You make your claims to be of evil man Like the invisible ghost Most don't see you But I do You look like you might just be in trouble If you need some help Just ask Forgive me if seem kinda of mean Cruel and unjust It's just the way I see things www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 53 The way I was raised The way this has been staged Let my finger tips do the talking I am crawling I am walking I am marching If only for a little while To rise up, to rise against To show the weakness in man I am but a contradiction in words I am a man of many masks One each for a different task I think way too fast When my words are spoken They sometime are misspoken A slip of a letter or two and it all comes undone What was fun, oh it becomes An ugly face, full of disgrace But I tell you that was never my intent And with its time to reinvent The scientific, and fantastic. Star gazing under a moon lit sky Perplexed by them all. An endless number that never be counted forms and shapes cascade. Let my finger tips do the talking I am crawling I am walking I am marching If only for a little while To rise up, to rise against To show the weakness in man I am but a contradiction in words I am a man of many masks One each for a different task I think way too fast So it all yours John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 54 Alot Wrong, Alot Right

A unsettling future to some. But most of the time it shouldn't and can't be undone. Its a war its my head versus my heart. Some days I wonder if it can be won. Just live life to the fullest and just maybe you'll have fun. Stop being so serious, so mysterious. Revel in the here, and now. Cause they will be soon faded clouds. Written is your time. How you use it is the choice. Alone we have no voice. We our a single worker ant in a colony of millions. Still they need us all. To get the job done. One by one we march with a huge torch to lite the way. For this is a dark day full of dismay. Hold your ground and stay the course through the greatest remorse. For you are still here even with them dead and gone. Make it mean something through thick and thin. My will is my might and strife. I go on, praying for those beyond my reach. Practice what you preach. I must better myself yet again. Build my self to become a stronger man. Steadfast to rope heave then pull. Hard work rules. But you still need to be schooled. Or you will still be fooled. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 55 Always Satisfying

Here we are again your dressed in white lace. A fire and a little candle light as we dine under the reflection of the moonlit sky. Our favourite song plays. We dance, play games, and talk of childhood times. They are friends always in our mines. For we were one big family that slowly drifted apart. One by one we became of the fallen. Angel please save us. Show us the way. Guide the way. With your names I make a prayer. A lost soul is so hard to bring back. I'm still trying to perform cpr on myself. I feel as if I'm already dead. A zombie gets on its legs and starts to walk. Oh who are you? You are not the same woman I left with. Empty inside. The conversation has subsided. The new has worn off this is getting old. This dream of mine is bringing in the cold. So off tract and no way back. Like a latter I'm always climbing. But never the less it is always satisfying. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 56 An Angry God

With the lord bumble bee I have been stung He points and laugh then kicks me I get up and ask why I demand the just He say's to bad this world is tough Here let me hand you a tissue for even a grown man has to cry He says humility to the infinity. In patience can come divinity and inner peace. In hard work comes purpose In love can come both everlasting pain and happiness In pain comes strength To drive the point in He say now you must walk alone With greed you shall never have a home With lust you know of no love With gluttony you shall have no idol With vanity you'll bring nothing but shame With hate you'll know of no peace With theft you'll know of nothing as yours With the shedding of blood you will no nothing but indifference of an empty conscience. If you know of it all then speak thy name Other wise you got a lot to learn The everlasting search of knowledge John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 57 An Ant

A claim, if only to fix those mistakes. Egregious in errors. Make another comparison. A sickness in perfection. Look at you. Just another ant in an ant hill. Just eat your fill Cause that's the only deal. Keep spinning the wheel. With magic of the unheard, buried deep in the reservoirs. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 58 An Effort

With an effort I make With the world I shall take With so much at stake With my soul bare and I hope it does not break Like a shattered glass The pieces lie here or me to fix An alternating existence. It's there Then its gone A sparsity of that fair Rewriting a song It is mine But it is just not right In darkness it suppose bring light It has been lost in the age of time Being taught the new It must be put into This is the hammer This is the nail It should be oh so familiar But yet it feels so stale Strangeness is where it begins With a story of those who defend Death parts a hero so brave A maiden must be saved Tragedy is where it ends Evil always wins He has his advantage As one puts on a bandage I all starts to blends With revenge as the sword The sadness is never heard The poison has seeped into the skin John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 59 An Empty Soul

My own little picture book. Everything has been drawn so clearly. I've felt it so personally. The violence never subsides. Its deafening Its the re-awaking. We are forever changing. The loops repeat themselves every day. Reign the chaos in. Put it down with forcefulness Grab it just to let it go Oh no, no, no, no oh, oh The ins and outs with out a single doubt. The rock star still plays his guitar. The poet still writes his poems. The author still tells his stories. The vocalist still sings. Through it all the passion will never fall. I get that phone call. And I know bad news has now hit my door step. A death so sudden. We can never be truly prepared. In the heaviest armor. We are still weak. We still cry. Even if its only on the inside. Like a eternal burning fire you can never put it out. It keeps coming back. Taking another run at me. Never stopping to think just maybe He's already been through enough But who cares about him. In this life full of sin What's one more. By the way what is score? Their winning good lord. All bets are off. Snuffed out, eliminated, and stuffed. Just hang me on your wall. 'Yeah he was mine.' 'I got him good.' 'Took everything he had.' 'His entire family at my finger tips.' It just makes me sick the extent you willing to go too. Just to hurt little old me. I don't understand. Too naive, I don't know if I ever can.. Let me spell it out for you. I have nothing left. You took everything including my loneliness. You wanted me to be pain. But now all I feel is numbness. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 60 Standing next to god I will ask him only thing. Why was hate ever necessary? Why were so many wars declared under his name? Idol gods one and the same. Its not his fault and I don't blame. But some days I could use a good explanation. Not that he has to. But some one needs to. Left to the unknown it gets completely out of control. It slowly empties out the soul John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 61 An End

Just a footnote Just a speck on a place we call earth. Cryptic and cursed. A human scourge. A splurge of insects crawling to just to try escape. Are we all just snakes? Why cant somebody be a real person? A look out when you get in trouble? Somebody your willing take on hell for? Somebody who will listen and not drift to someone new? Is it so hard to believe i want you but can't have you? So being the gentlemen I am, I build the wall that divides us. And to then you brag to try make me jealous. But I am unsympathetic to your claims. You want to choose one of my friends, then we cant even be friends. And so it comes to end. Tried but it wasn't enough. Life is rough. But I am tough. I am everything you want but you see still me as who i use be. Sorry I'm not like i was before. Been down the block once or twice and many more. Seen your kind before. Everybody around you gets destroyed. And I can't pick up your pieces. No i cant, no i cant. Not another one. Not like before. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 62 An Escape(new)

To an insight forever more To the unknown worlds I explore Travel the unknown Something ventured Something gained Open the book and close your eyes Whether of the grim Whether of the greatest Its still there In all its glory It doesn't have to be the fabled story Perfection is but a mere reflection of such horrid experiences To tell is my deaths escape With a single kiss I embrace John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 63 An Open Battle Field

My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. Controlling the masses Just bow down. And take it in the rear. Watch as you lose another one you hold so dear. Falling off the radar. Who are you? What are you doing here? Is this where the poor live? How long do you think you can survive? My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. The world is committing suicide. Everyone just swallow your pride. If you expect the help from others. You got to give all you have give. Lord in my heart let me forgive. No matter my hated enemy.

My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. It is a forced occurrence. Not as we want but as we must. The rules of greed. In heaven I concede. Their can't be this hierarchy. Ruled under one thumb. The gloom of this darkness. Follow the leader.

My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 64 Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. The teachers, or the preachers? How do we view one another. Painting another pretty rainbow. The colors of the perfected flaws. Lets put everything on pause. Just look at us. Divided by nothing. Yet communication is non existent. With every second the meaning is yet to met. Dire consequences. My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. Grabbing the gun and knife. Preparing to defends ones life. All because we can't share. Like little children we fight our wars. With equality being important above all else. Death to this diluted common practice. Lets just be as we are. Deny the skies all you want. Their still there. Hovering in the air. My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. I'm already gone. In a higher place. In a world disapproving. To my conclusion. But I don't even care. I don't believe in fair. I expect to receive the worst. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 65 Cause in this life we have been cursed. But it is the only way we can learn. With the heart it has to be earned. With all that is good I'm concerned. My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. We are men that have the ability to find choice. With this we should rejoice. But instead we try to remove it and the responsibility of it. Should I be angry? Should I be mad? Should I try to destroy other men? With hope I pray that I can be forgiven. Evil is the intent. The world is trying to circumvent. Shortcuts to the end. My heart is an open battle field Shoot your bombs. Lay your mines. With every wound received. I will be fine. Swimming through the time Let me hit the point of being numb. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 66 An Over Extended Stay

When the lights go out. What are you afraid of? A unknown love. A simple touch means so much. When your down on your knees, hands in your face. Thinking of all the mistakes you have made. This unending parade. Every ones marching on without you. You and their business has concluded. One day, one night and they are gone. I love to stay but this is not where I belong. To remember all their songs. An impossibility. Why does it always have to be so wrong? It's not the life for me. I still hear you say. The ghost of your absence brings such heart ache. It's so hard to try not to feel. The corrosion of the mighty steel. Rusted and rotted out. A hole so slowly made. Part of the ages. It comes in stages. Each a separate embrace. Always worst then last. Creating the past. Fill a thirst by taste. It becomes a race. I'll see you at the top. As it's better place. Is all this a waste? A experiment of the mind. With a sawed off 10 gauge shotgun I take aim. Blowing away the distance of time. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 67 An Passive Agressive State

Make your mind up Please don't ask from me, what I can not give Deliver me from not evil But the goodness of my heart Torn apart In agony Put me in a blender Lets see what you get I'm caught in a vicious net All I want to do is forget But don't fret The thoughts are already gone Gone Not like I ever belonged I waited too long What is right can not be wrong I'm reaching for it Grabbing it It's mine till the end of all time Even If I try to rewind Its a never ending cycle Its order and chaos I feel so lost I'm so far behind And yet I hear another whine Here it goes Who will ever know Only If your willing to steal a soul or two Why not I've been numb for so long My heads so far gone I feel like I breathed in too much air A waste of oxygen All for the perfect person Does this worsen As you get older Hard to try If you lie Full of secrecy So many discrepancies The life is but a bed of roses We all need the acid to survive Do or die I will try I never give in I will kill everything with my kindness John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 68 Angel Of Death

The blood is rushing through my veins. Breaking free of the shackles and chains. Being pulled away. I want to stay but i must go. Oh hell, no. It wont happen. I killed all the passion. Its over. Done, sorry but this game can never be won. The angel of death has come. Reaping those lost souls. I got to just walk away. Its no longer my mistake. I must take control. Pulling the reins trying to drive me insane. Patience, is no longer in my best interest. Just leave me alone. Let me be calm. Probably should get stoned. A unending high in this life. A dream being destroyed. But I must let go. For the angel of death has come. Reaping those lost souls. I must take control. A choice has been made. As the day fades. Win or lose it no longer matter anyways. I'm not playing. I'm not staying. So let the angel of death come. Reaping those lost souls. I must take control. I was the fool. I was the fool. A life so cruel. I'll watch from afar. Like a distant star. You can no longer reach me. You can no longer b*tch to me. The line has been written in the sand. Everyone one on that side is damned. So let the angel of death come. Reaping the lost souls oh reaping the lost souls. I must take control. By saying no, i will not follow a heart so hollow. I'm not blinded by the sickness. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 69 No oh no. So let the angel of death come. Just let her come. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 70 Angels Of Forgiveness

I'm breaking all the barriers. I'm putting a stop to the lies once and for all. Writing angry letters that will destroy us. Strangers with a common goal. Coming together to make a life whole. Bits and pieces scattered like car parts in junk yard. Finally I'm finding my heart again. My soul is no longer a mere shadow. Another chance is all I ever really wanted. The task was daunting. The book has been once more opened up for me. I read of what my world as it could have been. And I ask forgiveness. I have lived in the darkness for to long. Memories were the key to what I really needed. I've transformed demons into angels. Bringers of light. It has become my greatest accomplishment. I thank you for this my friends. I will never forget it. No matter how long I live. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 71 Angered

You don't have to like me. In fact it is completely expected. So deliver it from the chest to your palms. Exponentially, come on more quickly. Where are you going? Rushing off to nowhere. Silly little man dressed in your white coat. Have you come to finally take me? What took you so long? What was so wrong with what I said. Was it horrific, did it effect all your sensibility of what is right. I'm sorry but all I see is shades of gray. Each different then the last one. Truth tends to piss everyone off. Some say with a little more tact. Well I already beat around that bush. Their is not a leaf left. So with this I will no longer suggest what I know as cold hard fact. So go ahead overreact. I can see blood vessels contract. All tensed up blood pressure spiking. All because I said something that was not of your liking. That's my freedom of speech. Go ahead I dare you to just try and take it away from me. I laugh from afar. With the slanderous things you come up with assassinate my character. You must see me as much more then a threat. Utt-Oh somebody who just might to try and change things. What scares you worse, that I don't care about my character? Or that I'm still here. Still breathing the same air. I just won't go away quietly. You can't bribe me. I'm everything you wish me not to be. And maybe one day you'll actually open your eyes and see. It's not a fault by my means that makes you so angry. It is the reflection that you see as I speak what you already know. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 72 Angorance Took Me Down

May the gods give me the power, on my dieing hour, to relinquish the demons that devour. Disgrace me not. For the words I have sought have more meaning then they seem. I'm bewildered by the action of others. Children and there mother cling together by the fire. I tip toe down such a thinly braided wire. I dwell in a place of treachery. Who will know how far down this hole truly goes. Its a back door show. Sneaking in to such wrong place. Paying for something that should never be given. Money buys the lies that put that eccentric tie on the well mannered suit. Man this life is such a whoot. Taken aback by the lack of tact. You always emerge from the darkness when you helps not wanted or needed. You act so conceded when your imaginary friends are around. I slap a piece of meat on the table and say pound. Everything in the ignorance of some drunks bliss. What did you miss? Here try that again my friend, more of an acquaintance. But who wants to debate this. Most would rather piss in your cornflakes. Here you go now eat. Such good deeds. Just what I need. Are you able yet to see beyond the cloud minds of such tectonic times? If not drink some more of my wine. It was made from a dime of this and that. Yet it reacts so potent. You think id be broke over it, or filthy rich from selling it in mass quantities. Boy life's such a stitch. I can still here all the complaints about what they don't got. What do they expect? Some things just cant be bought. A murder going exactly as planned. In the courts you feel so damned. Its triple whammy. Charged with so many felonies. Bars so tight. Down in a hole with no light. This is what happens when you don't listen, to some kind reasoning. Now are you believing in what you were truly achieving. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 73 Angry Are Your Children Of Forgotten Memories

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories. Needs become greed. To succeed you must move past what has became another loss. Hypnotic is a pipe dream in which your will is fact. Its a written contract. Be there when it counts most. So close Yet so far away. Angry are the children of your forgotten memories. What have you created what have you instigated. With a sickle in your hand you swing at me. Full force full impact lack of discretion another life lesson. Trust no one you don't really know. Unless your ready to let go. Being released from it all. A hunters knife cuts the rope. A hammer smashes the chains. Nothing is ever in vain. Angry are the children of your forgotten memories. A cut so clean. The wound that continuously bleeds. No matter pressure put on it. My leukemia destroys all immunities. Metaphorically speaking metaphorically preaching.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories. Destiny does not wait or ask you how you want it. It just goes flows threw all our veins. Even with the the greatest change. We still are powerless over it. We continuously fight it deny it but only a fool can not see whats right in front of them. It is what we have become right or wrong Its who we are. As much as we choose it. We still had no control over it. Angry are the children of your forgotten memories. You say this is it, then must have always been it. From the beginning. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 74 Its written in invisible ink. Some fortunes can't be told They have to be lived. One day I'll understand what the draw was but at this time its nothing but angry are the children of your forgotten memories. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 75 Angry Razorblades

I'll cut you up and make you bleed. I'm razorblades. Insert and chew please. I swear I'll give you my disease. Can you feel it. I'm angry. I'm razorblades. Slice and dicing. Oh the cuts so clean. One after the next. Did that one leave a scar. Oh didn't ill tell you baby. I'm angry. I'm razorblades. Yeah yeah yeah. Let me inflict the pain. Let me drive you insane. Spit in my eye and i will ask for more. Cause i can't feel anything anymore. I'm angry. I'm razorblades. Sharp to the simplest touch. Oh I'm so ready to cut you up. You are pretty much f*cked. So just give me a sadistic kiss and remember what you will miss. Because I'm now angry. I'm now razorblades. Angry razorblades yeah.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 76 Another Label

When I think of politicians Their is only two kind evil and lesser evil. Hit them at their homes the pretentious man says. We will get the support of the people. Not that we really need it. Let them know their not alone. Call it left, Call it from the right Subliminal advertisement is just not right. With hate I turn off my t.v. For I just don't want see. We say but that is of the real world. I say go outside look around you. Those people traveling in their cars. Those people walking into the bar Their are your fellow man. Show them you care by saying no to these man in their suits and ties. Hey man I just spend 1000 dollars on cloths I shall only wear for a day. To throw away, or sell. What the hell. That would be my thoughts. I have not one pair of clothing that I only worn once. The cameras surround them like and actor their famous. Should the famous be the ones who lead. It takes a lot of greed To be seen by the media as a fable. Just another label. Here's mine WE KNOW! ! ! John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 77 Another Lie

The world is my stage. I'm tired of being locked in a cage. But it is in me to be free? It is my destiny. Just get away from me before i hurt you. Your all the same You come expecting something I just can no longer give. Oh its getting harder and harder to forgive. No i shall not relive it. I'm gone already. Don't have to look my direction ever again. I won't ever wave. Life is always fun and games to you. Guess what this an absolute screw you. You say friends matter. I say where were you? Leaving me alone to my own devices like you always do. Your mistake, your heartache. I won't even apologizes. Because I was just living another lie. A fantasy world I thought I could survive. But I just died a little inside. Its getting easier to sail these dark skies. And this where I stake my claim. On the world stage. Becoming part of the rave. Photogenic, sympathetic, to those less fortunate then you. Guilt doesn't eat at me, but becomes part of me. You can't shoot me down when I didn't ask. Your thinking way to fast. Slow down cause its already over. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 78 As A Child

As a child I was picked on, tortured, and humiliated A outcast of the worst sort. A child who had no voice of his own No say No reason to celebrate Yet I did every day As a child I didn't know the way As I don't even now No guidance has ever been just given to me I had to search for it to be found Even now I prefer living alone Over the fairytale home As a child I failed I dropped out of school Only to work in a factory No It wasn't to be cool I didn't have choice For my back was to be broken And food needed to be put on the table If not me, who would Protecting my family as one should As child I dreamed of the stars Now I dream of the different An alternate existence One unknown Something to just let me get by for the rest of life As a child I thought I knew of love Now I'm still searching for it Like a dog after his favorite bone I have my passions Some would say their nothing more then dressed up fashions But they are mine And nobody can take them away from me As I child I wanted be rich Now I see fortune and fame as nothing more then a game People play People go And people stay For one discovers many hidden talents In desperate times I rather do something I love Then love something I have As a child I had very little friends And now I have even less None dependable as they use to be Most want something from me. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 79 It so hard to say sorry I just don't got any As a child I was mild Now I'm even more layed back. Haven't got into a physical fight years If it comes to that I'll just disappear When whom ever is near Avoidance above confrontation A coward I'm not For if it can be defused I will give it all I got Those I love are the only ones i'll fight for It is as I was a child John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 80 Bad Charity

With every promise you break. It divides us. There is too much stake. Piss off can you relate. Stop pretending your so fake. A plastic doll. You really got nothing at all. I'm sorry if you fall But it was your call. A choice you made as you follow that parade. Another clik. Do you fit in? Screw you and all you've been given. I already have my Aphrodite. Pleasures all mine. So you wasting your time. I'm through with you and you don't have a clue. I would give you the same pity. But that's not me. I have more dignity then to waste my charity where its not wanted. Its help your fellow man if you can. Not shove it down their damn throats Just swallow with a voice so hollow. Self satisfying utter bullshit. Stay and please go away and I'll be okay. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 81 Bad Habit

Burning crosses Blowing up bridges Taking out the stitches Confinement Locked up abroad Slaughtering the filthy hog Choking on the cities smog Leaning on the rock I'm jittery I'm not so pretty Things are getting ugly Another fight Break out tonight Take flight Burning crosses Blowing up bridges Taking out the stitches Confinement Locked up abroad Slaughtering the filthy hog Choking on the cities smog Leaning on the rock I'm fiending I'm getting mean Drunk and obliterated No consultation With such actions No chance to make retractions These are my statements No way to prevent it It will happen again Flashbacks Flash Flash One two three Somebody stop me please Burning crosses Blowing up bridges Taking out the stitches Confinement Locked up abroad Slaughtering the filthy hog Choking on the cities smog Leaning on the rock

So broke Can't even afford a coke Driving through a light that's so red www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 82 Its a stolen car For sure the cops are not far No matter I shall go faster Soon their will be a disaster And I shall be splattered My soul will go to the happily ever after All because i was too dumb To just leave it alone John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 83 Bad Trip

Talking to someone who really isn't there Feeling slightly scared I was never prepared Elves dropping from the trees Those little demons Tear into my skin Telling me ill never be forgiven Its another bad trip I doubled dipped Two under the tongue And the fun begun Run just run It was cheap But I paid for it steep Double vision Everything was spinning Then the sky turned black My friend told me to relax But he looked like he had a knife So I ran Till I bumped into this clown He was wearing this ugliest frown He told me I better get out of town I had till sun down So confused Its another bad trip I double dipped Two under my tongue And the fun begun Run just run It started snowing The snowmen were marching towards me Rifles in hand They pointed at the tiniest rabbit Bam the rabbit was gone It flew away with some kind of magical sparkling wings As it took off it sang Get off the acid kid Before you regret something you did Not so long ago Right before the snow Its another bad trip I doubled dipped Two under the tongue And the fun begun Run just run www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 84 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 85 Barely Breathing

Just Barely Breathing. Where Am I? How Did I Get Here? Gone Astray. Becoming One Of Lords Dismayed. No More Faith. Just A Bitter Taste Left With The Lust Of Revenge. I Don't Think I Can Be Fixed. I've Been Broken And My Soul Will Never Be Re-awoken. No Sense Of Remorse. That Twist In Your Stomach Just No Longer Affect Me. Sorrow Is A Waste Of My Time. Call It Collateral Damage If You Will. But I'm Still Empty. Voided Out As Part Of The Past. But I'm Still Here. Just Barely Breathing. Where Am I? How Did I Get Here? Like A Zombie Is My Body The Only Part Of Me Still Beating. Morbidly Angry, Hate With The Sweetest Embrace. This Is The Place I Call Home. Walking A Shadow Of A Past Life All Alone. Screams Ring Out But No One Is Ever Listening. Everybody Is Just So Distant. A Wolf Must Lead The Pack. But What Happens When The Hes Abandon For The Better The Stronger The Faster. It's In Humanity That We Shelter The Weak.

Just Barely Breathing. Where Am I? How Did I Get Here? Do These Questions Bring Out The Fear. Does It Scare You When I'm Near. I'm No Different Then You. Just Flesh Blood. My Pain Has Just Disappeared. Oh How I Miss It. Like Being Stabbed In Heart I Wish For It. Every Single Day And Still I Stand In Silence In The Shadows. Where I Wont Be Noticed Or Missed. I'm Waiting For Deaths Deadly Kiss.

Just Barely Breathing. Where Am I? How Did I Get Here? www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 86 Just Barely Breathing. Oh Where Oh Where Am I? How In The Hell Did I Get Here? Like I Will Ever Really Know. This Life Just Goes Goes On And On. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 87 Believers

To those who believe everything I say to be real and true What's wrong with you? Think about what I say. Could I write in such a way. If It was a now as in the present. Events pasted are part of my life as I see relevant No I don't portray what is truths, wholesome, and for the best. Forget all you think you know For its not for the best I'm a character as we all are Playing my part As horrible it might seem It's me for me Please open your eyes and just see John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 88 Beneath The Clouds

Future be of the past The here of the now For in such one should be proud Another painting of the clouds In mystery it shrouds What is beneath them? What is it hiding? With absolute understanding is in this world I am demanding. To walk with no shoes As pain is bared Make a promise yes I swear. Knowing not if the end is near. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 89 Big Sister is Missing

You don't have to sanction what I'm doing. I need not your approval to continue on. Though at times it would be nice. To hear from you. To say I'm glad your still alive. But silence is all you give me. I think its all I'll ever see. In a world behind closed doors. Miles off in the distance who cares. Well I do. And I'll remind you everyday if I have to. I'm not going anywhere. And this I swear. With every angry breath of air. I still love you. We are blood and it'll never be forgotten. Even in hell on earth and much worse. I will never speak to you from something rehearsed. I will speak only the word that comes to me. Small and incidental to most. But I don't care because I'm trying to reach a ghost. Somebody who disappeared over five months ago. poof gone with no given notice. Not a single phone call. Nothing to let me know the kids are alright. So just talk to me my big sister. Contact me by email, Contact me by phone. Contact me by address. Anyway to let me knowing your doing alright. Cause I no longer see your light. I'm so afraid something bad might have happen. Without a trace, with my soul searching for the right words to say. I'm sorry for anything and everything I've done to you. Anything to bring you back to my reality. A wake up call. Can you hear me at all. This is not funny. I don't know where you are. Is it far. I'm so in the dark. I'm going pray for you everyday till contact is made. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 90 Bitter Sweet Rose

Bitter sweet rose will you be mine? Or am i wasting my time? Bitter sweet rose you smell divine. Do you have a succulent kiss? Is it something I've already missed? Bitter sweet rose what gives? Is it how we must live? Bitter sweet rose will you answer my questions? Are you devote? Do you stray when your bored? Will you doubt? Is what you want something more? Bitter sweet rose are you keep score? Will you try something new? Will you lock your door? Do your lips taste like dew? Bitter sweet rose do you want to go? Do you love the snow? Is this right? Is this what you want tonight? Bitter sweet rose, oh my bitter rose. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 91 Blacken Skies

Focus now. looking out the window. Close you eyes. Bring down the blacken skies. Time for change. Time to be rearranged. The falsification of fame. The justification to blame. Stuck like a mental block. Focus now. Looking out the window. Close your eyes. Bring down the blacken skies. Time for the strange. Time to become deranged. The melody always the same. A reality so far from plain. An alternate way of thinking. In and out of the box. Never gonna stop. Forever reawakening. This time, this way, i will pray, i will focus now. Looking out the window. Close your eyes. Bring down the blacken skies. Time to take cover under the darkness of a fog of war. Time to follow your fellow brother once more. Lead us out of flame. Destroy that which get in our way all the same. Cry not for the fallen. They have their place as do we. Keep going show us the way and we will proceed. Strength will be needed for the bodies we shall be hauling. Focus now. Looking out the window. Close your eyes. Bring down the blacken skies. No time to ask why. No time to worry about if your gonna die. Vengeance always on the mind. A gun broken and that's fine. It did its job. Shot all the bullets with pinpoint accuracy. Now we must pick up and go. Because the man upstairs said so. So focus now. Looking out the window. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 92 Close your eyes. Bring down the blacken skies. Just focus, just focus now. Looking out the window. Close your eyes. Lets bring, lets bring, lets bring down the blacken skies. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 93 Bliss of A Infinite Utopia

He unites the people with a common cause. He claims to be the savior predisposed to what you want. But again he's not. World peace under one rule. I believe their is no such thing. So I say no. I will not follow your rules and eat gruel. Put down like a bad child. Here's you spanking if you please. Nobody get's me. I'm so stripped, I stand in nakedness and I don't care. Let them strike me dead. Or let no one listen. Either way being the same. I'm just a number and a name. A label intertwined into the chaos of the world. A digit that must be dug deep to find. Become of pigs or swine. A thirst inside drives me. To say hello. Ello, ello? Nobody answers, but again it does not matter. Because I'm of the ignorant, or maybe it's thought of I'm too desperate. Who am I but a lonely child that walks upon this earth? Looking more for answers, then attention. If I just figure it out. I could make everybodys' life simpler. Eliminate all strife. No worries at all. Indifference dead. The water has gotten warm everybody get in. Feel as the pain completely fades. Life of happiness, with no sadness. Desires fulfilled. Dreams achieved. Hope no longer needed. Accomplishment of a standard in which their is no coming down. Capture all the stars in one fell swoop. Bliss of a infinite utopia. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 94 Blood Letting Just To Feel

Blood letting just to feel. Nothing is real. Crawling in the dark. Looking for an escape. Will destiny just let be free. In constant debt. A slave to an system that knows no regret. Your just so god damn insufficient. Nothing absolutely nothing. A march of the blind. At war with everyone for just an tiny bit of breathing room. Someone just let me out. Blood letting just to feel. Nothing is real. Crawling in the dark looking for an escape. Will destiny just let be free. I'm on my knees praying to a god i don't even believe in. Just for a chance at a better existence. One where i can run above the clouds. Without having to worry about falling so far down. So suddenly i hit the ground. Got to run for cover. Blood letting just to feel. Nothing is real. Crawling in the dark looking for an escape. Will destiny just let me be free. Maybe with a little more agony. Pain turns into pleasure. It becomes the systems measure. Walk a mile in denial. No willingness to face it faithfully, honestly, and wholeheartedly. Blood letting just to feel. Nothing is real. Crawling in the dark looking for an escape. Will destiny ever let me be free. Take your shackles and chains. I just will not play this game. See the writing on the wall thats my name. Yes i was here but now i'm gone just so far gone. Lost in space and time. Searching for something i will probably never find. Its just too late its already gone, already gone.

Blood letting just to feel. Nothing is real. Crawling in the dark looking for an escape. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 95 Will destiny ever let me be free. All i have ever wanted is that i promised an was so wrongfully denied. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 96 Blood On The Floor

Mark My Words, This Will Not End Good. I Can Already See The Blood On Floor. Spilt Everywhere. All Because Of You. All Because You Can Never Lose. Always Right Never Wrong. Just Walk Away Leave It Alone. Its Like Trying To Talk To A Brick Wall. There's Just No Way To Get Through To You. Mark My Words, This Will No End Good. I Can Already Blood On The Floor. Must We Go Through This Once More. The Stress Builds, The Headache Becomes A Migraine. Too Close To Just Losing It. Becoming Completely Insane Going On A Rampage. I Just Can't Stop Now, I Won't Stop Now. Not Till The Place Is Burnt To The Ground. Buried In Mounds Of Ash Lie's A Key chain Its All That Will Be Left Of You. Please Oh Please Just Stop Enough Is Enough. A Scream After Every Heartbeat. No Reason, No Logic Behind All This. Just Swallow That God Damn Pride. Or Just Go Kill Yourself, Yes Oh Yes Beautiful Suicide. This World Would Be So Much Of A Better Place. Mark My Words, This Will Not End Good. I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor. You Opened This Door. Now Theirs No Going Back. You Better Just Shut Up Now, Now, Now. I Say Bow, Bow, Bow, Beg For Mercy, Kiss My God Damn Feet. For We Have Reach The Tipping Point. Just Relax It Will Be Quick. It Will Be A Great Ending To This. Mark My Words, This Will Not End Good. I Can Already See The Blood On The Floor. As The Anger In Me Soar. Like An Eagle I'm Flying So High Right Now. With Nothing But Pure Adrenaline I'm Prepared To Rip You Heart Out With My Talons So Sharp.

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 97 Mark My Words, This Will Not End Good. I Can already See The Blood On The Floor. Theirs Just So Much Blood On The Floor. Just So God Damn Much Blood On The Floor. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 98 Blood Stain On My Conscience

Your nothing but a but blood stain on my conscience. Get angry and send your messenger. A non existent threat. How much you want to bet. Your still a cheating fool still a cheating fool. Your nothing but a blood stain on my conscience. I still remember the way back when. How could I ever forget. I took you in as my own blood. You were a mere child. Now you claim to be a man. Yet you do not take a stand. How is it that you create so much hate. Ripping and tearing at every ones insides. Twisting and manipulating. Your nothing but a blood stain on my conscience. Walk in my shadow because I'm already gone. What is done is done. War of words. Sounds quite absurd. But let me tell you they can hurt. They can destroy. Good or bad doesn't matter in my world. Again I'm on the edge looking into pure blackness. Jump with foolishness. Sorry but I won't. Your nothing but a blood stain on my conscience. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 99 Both of the Heart and Mind

Sometimes the hardest decision we have to make is saying no. No I won't be the sucker you use to know. No I won't follow blindly. A fool is the man who always uses his heart before his head. And lonely is the man who always uses his head over his heart. Happiness can only be found when we use both. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 100 Bowing Mind

Minds, bow down and backed off. For when clarity is needed, one needs to reread it. For I don't care for the illusion portrayed. To keep me at bay. Like a shark he circles me Are trying to drive me out? Trying to find my weakness. Will he give up, no never Forever there Constantly in your face This writer can't be erased. I'm going express my views whether you like them or not. Years of wisdom, no not yet. But someday I will get it. Don't fret. I'm but an ant marching. Guns raised high! Hey be careful their sir, 'You could put ones eye out with that thing.' And maybe I just will. Who knows what words can really do. They do have a unique power. Subtract then add creates a fad. Rearrange, and change, put in new for the old slowly a stories told. This last forever. Maybe I'm mad, but I tell you this is the way of it. A talent of the unborn. Practice, practice, little ones. For you just might be the next big hot thing or a steady thing. For if you are real, to yourself and everyone else. You will get a lot farther. Inner strength, is but inner beauty. It's why I'm here to say screw you to the world, and say I love you at the same time. Hello kitty. Yes my approach is very unorthodox. But why not? If one always stay in the box, then what would be of their creativity? This not for the savvy, nor the feint of heart. poemhunters.com I thank you for it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 101 Breath Life Into Me

Your breathing life to me. Don't you see its exactly who I wanted to be. A world so small and I'm on top of it all. To the fullest here it comes. Your breathing life into me. Don't you see its exactly who I want to be. Angel of my nightmares. Destroying all the despair. Happiness is in the air. Weather the storm. Riding in my rusted ship. When it sinks, can I swim? I was on the brink but now. Your breathing life into me. Don't you see its exactly who I want be. The truth has traveled so far. Page tattered and torn. With wisdom so worn. Breath life into please oh oh oh please. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 102 Bringing Forth A Demon

I make a cut a so clean. Bring forth a soul of a demon. Wicked thoughts of what i can do to you. The rage is building inside. Looking through blood shot eyes. Lightning raining down from the sky. The storm has arrived. let chaos reside. Like I haven't dealt with enough. Like I'm not already fed up or mentally done. Come put your stuff on the pile. I'll get around to it in my own good god damn time. Patients is a virtue that has just ran out. I lose all my composure. I scream and shout at the top of my lungs. Like anyone can actually hear me. Let it fall on deaf ears. Finally the end is near. I can feel the fear, as one can smell the rose. Its is closure in all its glory. I'm ready to close this book. The last of a story so old. I have grown cold and tired of it. So with the last of my energy. I make a cut so clean. Bring forth a soul of a demon. Wicked thoughts of what I can do to you. The rage is building up inside. Looking through bloodshot eyes. Lighting raining down from the sky. Let chaos reside. So many tears run red. becoming one with dead. Vicious words are said. You just can't let it go. You can't just leave me alone. The hell hounds are always biting at my heels. Just wait I'll show you exactly how it feels. Here's the deal. See these scars are part of me. So with the last of my energy. I make a cut so clean. Bring forth a soul of a demon. Wicked thoughts of what i can do to you. The rage is building up inside. looking through these bloodshot eyes. Lighting raining down from the sky. Let chaos reside just let the chaos reside. I can envision a river of bone. Crossing it alone. You act if this is the way i wanted it. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 103 when you know damn well I was at my last resort. whine and moan, as everything burns. Liquid fire melts everyone and everything. This is all my little black heart desires. With the last of my energy. I make a cut so clean. bring forth a soul of a demon. wicked thoughts of what i can do to you. the rage is building up inside. Looking through bloodshot eyes. Lighting raining down from the sky. Let chaos reside Just let chaos reside Just let my chaos reside. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 104 Bringing You Back From The Edge

Blood boiling Temperature rising. I am a angry man surmising. Yeah, Yeah, YEAHHH! ! ! Give it up stop even trying. Wasting your time. Blood shot arer the eyes. Being drunk all the time as just a disguise. Mask it. Abolish it. A nonexistent life. Feel no pain. Feel no suffering. No conscience This will have dire consequences. With the best intentions Blood boiling Temperature rising. I am a angry man surmising. Yeah, Yeah, YEAHHH! ! ! I'm trying to reach you. But you are already gone. Then you fall to the floor. Maybe just maybe you weren't given a fair shot in life But you're still alive. I won't let you die. Even if we got fight. Suicide on the mind tonight. Hey man put down the bottle. Put down all those pills. Living for only the thrill. A constant addiction to loss. I know exactly how your feeling. Blood boiling Temperature rising. I am a angry man surmising. Yeah, Yeah, YEAHHH! ! ! Give it up stop even trying. Wasting your time. Blood shot arer the eyes. Being drunk all the time as just a disguise. Mask it. Abolish it. A nonexistent life. Feel no pain. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 105 Feel no suffering. No conscience This will have dire consequences. With the best intentions I'm will never just walk away. Even at the expense of dreams and hopes. It's a slippery slope. Your on the edge looking down. Feeling the ghost pulling you. But together we will make it through. I don't blame anyone for the things I do. So follow me. Look at what you can yet make important. A family to be. Friends to keep. Everything in our hollow existence we seek Blood boiling Temperature rising. I am a angry man surmising. Yeah, Yeah, YEAHHH! ! ! Give it up stop even trying. Wasting your time. Blood shot arer the eyes. Being drunk all the time as just a disguise. Mask it. Abolish it. A nonexistent life. Feel no pain. Feel no suffering. No conscience This will have dire consequences. With the best intentions Blood boiling Temperature rising. I am a angry man surmising. Yeah, Yeah, YEAHHH! ! ! I trying to reach you. But you are already gone. Then you fall to the floor. Maybe just maybe you weren't given a fair shot in life But your still alive. I won't let you die. Even if we got fight. Suicide on the mind tonight. Hey man put down the bottle. Put down all those pills. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 106 Living for only the thrill. A constant addiction to loss. I know exactly how your feeling. Blood boiling Temperature rising. I am a angry man surmising. Yeah, Yeah, YEAHHH! ! ! John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 107 Broken

Time stands still Trying to break my will Trying to steal what I don't feel Agony Catastrophe Blasphemy Insects crawling in me A river pours through open doors See a grown man cry Hurt's you inside But I think I survive Through the lies Through the tides As long as I don't question why I have a need to feel wanted Loved Hated Slightly agitated Anything to bring me back the real world No fantasy Nothing but reality for me Even if the honesty kills me So just tell me, your a loser who needs to get out of my life Get away from me Push and kick Beat the hell out of my soul Please don't be afraid to do so I need to go Again and again You can't win against yourself Especially if your right Which feels so wrong Such a misguided light The candle burns into nothing The dire flame has went out Which brings all kinds of doubt I absorb it Manipulate it Mold it Into something so dangerous That I'm losing my conscience I could destroy the whole world And not feel bad or sad Does this make me crazy Insanity is a plea to forgive me So I can forgive you Its so touch an go A broken ego Buried deep within huge drifts of snow Which follows the wind as it blows John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 108 Broken Chariot

Cherish the sympathetic. Revel in the misguided fools. Lead and they shall follow. Walk on water. Split the red sea. Just to show the world how things can be. Do you need me when I'm so hard to find. Another hypnosis to put me asleep by the words you keep beneath it all. The chariot has broken. The horses will not move. There not listening to you. For the devil has took the reins. Carrying the insane. Were all in trance. So stoned with the drugs. So stunned were losing our balance. An unexpected love from the great distances of skies above. Helping without the slightest clue who you really are. How does this change things? Will it bring an end to some suffering? Will it be a disaster in you are its master? Faster and faster the rope swings. Walk the road that hard and honest work brings. Believe when others don't or won't. A lack of understanding. Another branding. Oh the labels that create these fables. Fantasy or of horrible realities. A multiple personalities. Who do you want? Someone that hates the world. Sorry that person don't exist anymore. Hes so far gone for the rest of days. I hope that's okay. I bring the likes of whats yet to be seen. Not even in your wildest dreams. A redeemer, an overachiever full of mediocrity. Not a lier or deceiver creating a indefility. Confidence is the thrill inside me. Bullet proof, invincible. does that give me control? You cant break this soul, no matter the depth in which you try. I will not lay down and die. Here it comes. The games up. Have i won? Absolutely, truly. The illusion fades. A cascading waterfall is running out of water. All this has come to pass. It has been delivered. Are willing except this. It must end, all of it. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 109 In one fell swoop your completely out of my loop. Goodbye forever with a happily ever after. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 110 Building It All Up

Building it all up. Here I come. With the antidote to what you need. So sure of myself. Absolute certainty. Building it all up. This is concrete. No more dragging my feet. You make me feel whole and complete. Building it all up. Time to lay the foundation to the everlasting. Forever as a word means nothing, but in my heart it means everything. Building it all up. Even when its hard. Even whens it far. I still can see my star. Even in the dark. It shines so bright. Building it all up. I feel so strong. The weight of whole world on my shoulders. It will never get old. It will never get cold. You are building my fire, my warmth, everything that means so much. So build it all up. Here I come. Were gonna have so much fun. But yet the work shall never be done. I will always love you hun. Always.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 111 Burning Forever Beating Heart

You cant kill this burning forever beating heart. Even the face of devastation hope swells with the power to completely overwhelms. Bring me to my knees and I still try please. You break me my soul is mine to give. If I will it, it just might happen. You cant kill this burning forever beating heart. The love will never die. It destine to survive. As another tidal wave approaches my thoughts are of you. You have become the grease to the cogs that let me move. Like a giant here I am. Take me if you can. Oh man oh man you just cant kill this burning forever beating. Their is always worse. Like an unending curse. I stand here ready to serve. I know you are so much better then I deserve. Out of the dark into the light. With a millions sacrifices and still I feel oh how do I feel its still not enough. So give me all the punishment you wish. Still my path not shall waver. For with my dieing breath I will still profess my love. You will never ever kill this burning forever beating heart. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 112 Burnt

Your burnt. The aggression fills me up. My sensibility is lost. My heart of gold gets so cold. What is its cost? Ill buy it. Ill try it. Ill do anything but deny it. Fighting thin air. Turn away don't you dare. This time your burnt. Your burnt. Keeping the flame going as long as I can. When and where should I make my last stand. A robust lack trust. God their can never be enough. Theirs time when I just want to spill your guts. The circumstances have made nuts. A projected affliction of disastrous predictions. Reliving what should never be lived. Still I hear the words your burnt. You are so burnt. Treat your fellow man like dirt. Trample over them like you just don't care. Are you prepared for the defiance of a dare. What is it that you wear around your neck. Is it choking you to help you forget. Nothing but regret. A symbolic letter written with ink and quill. Make it real. A soulless soul feels they must steal. Making deals Only for greater protection. The organ wont take can you feel the rejection. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 113 Bury The Hatchet

Into the light whether you like or not. Just burn like a vampire. A parasite who continues to try to feed upon me. Faking another injury just to draw little more sympathy. Face to face and I'm angry. Shelter not the weak when they choose to be it so. I know how tell you no. I'm refusing your services and goods. As if I could be caught up in your escapades. Thieving from your own kids. A proud father and mother they must be. Welcome the killing fields of morality. Just bury bury the hatchet by flinging it into my back. Their already to much slime on this floor. And all I see is more. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 114 But If Not Of A Childish Doer

But if not of a childish doer Who will crawl? Who will enthrall? Who will make the call? With decisions that have to be made. Who will lead the masquerade. Here take a sip of my marmalade. Maybe it will bring an end to this charade. Were are but of marching men of a parade. Someone has to lead, someone has to follow. Just hopefully it's not of a heart so hollow. This is the problem. No one knows of inner peace. It's like a disease. No one can always be happy. No one can always be sad. Sometimes to be content is a united event. And we must never forget. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 115 By The Negligence of Greed

Buried in the back the medias mind. Exon correcting damage been done. Hiding it with all the money they can. But I saw it this afternoon you can hide it from me The people will know of your atrocities Like the Exon Valdez spill Let it show with my will That you have killed many innocents By the negligence of greed Let me plant the seed And maybe it will be your down fall. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 116 Calm Hate

A humble thought. A pleasant calmness. Then snap its gone. Like it was never their. Preparation a waste. Such a sour taste. To know who those are that do not care. I shall not have pity or anger towards the indifferent. For it would do nothing to change it. Its a matter of fact, with words you cant retract. Wasted apologies. Hated because of what i am. Played, like a fiddle but still i don't care. Sometimes no matter how much one tries they cant break you down. They don't understand and its not their fault. They got caught and they didn't even know it. Lies to protect are still lies. At sunrise to sundown. Run me into the ground. Bury me cause your in constant agony. I will still rise, i will not compromise. I am who i am. So if you feel you must stop me if you can. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 117 Can You Smell The Roses Now?

Oh can you smell the roses now. Its just after sunset in a fairytale. Dreams have been bent and molded. Everything must fit and have its perfect little place. For theirs no escape. Trapped within. A world full of sin. Its our punishment in the form vengeance. Redemption is out of our grasp. So again i must laugh at the simple things that make this life quaint. Oh can you smells roses now? Its just after sunset in a fairytale. If the rain falls is that what we want? The rules are ours. Like children were still trying grasp the concept. Every day thing changes, but still at the root they are the same. Some ambition, with some premonitions and we build it, like we always had the need. Its not greed that we lust. It a simple got to do something. Its hard question to answer. Why were we put here? Is their something we must sacrifice? Is their we must learn or teach? Is their mark we must leave? Fortune and fame backed by so many names. Oh can you smell the rose now? Just after sunset in another fairy tale.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 118 Cannibalistic Carnivore

Its all building up. Bringing another lost soul in. I wish to avenge. But all I could do is defend. Look the other way and pretend it ain't happening. being destroy with in. Just bury my true feelings. I can't oh I can't be that man I was before. Everything has been so blurred. The feeling of double vision. Mirror images. Just cut me open make the incision. Take it all out. I don't need any of it. I'm already dead. With satan I shall break bread. Tell him the words I've been fed. Tell him what I'm gonna do and that'll I'll see him soon. In the depths of hell my heart dwells. Chained to a post its screams in a constant agony. I will have no mercy, I've tasted blood and i want more. I feel like a cannibalistic carnivore. Its eat or be eaten. No getting around it. Life sucks and no good will come from it. Am I me mentally unstable Just maybe, if you feel that way just stay away. I hate placate debate everything around me. A manic state. Destroy, destroy all that was there before. Dropping plates on the floor. Watch the glass shatter into a thousand pieces. No more preaching. Never helping anyone but yourself. A pretentious evil elf. Welcome to my cage. Welcome to my rage. Welcome to a new stage of a mental kind of thinking. I will have no mercy. I have tasted blood and I want more. Feeling like a cannibalistic carnivore. I have been gotten to. By a higher power on my darkest hour. A soul I have devoured. It had a taste so sour. But it felt so good cause with it came so much power. A ego to the head. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 119 I can say no, and hurt someone so deeply. Feels good better then it should. But in this game everyone's a personal gain. Let me leave my mark my own little blood stain. I will have no mercy. I have tasted blood and i want more. Feeling like a cannibalistic carnivore. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 120 Certainty Above Uncertainty

A difference in perspective is not a bad thing. But it can be misinterpreted as a insult. The result could vary. Anger, Indifference, Jealousy are written into the mind. Do not seek approval from those that do not understand. A calculation from a moment in time. But one can't assume but must know of the empty mind. As if he was on video as proof. In this only such a conclusion can be drawn. Painting an early picture of the upcoming dawn. It is the birth of a fawn. How do we know exactly when she will born? Better yet how do know it will be a she? Certainty above uncertainty. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 121 Chance

Rejoice for you still have a voice. A chance to change things. A chance to make things better or worse. Be steadfast on the decision you make. What is it that divides us? A moral. A world in upheaval. A rebel without reason or cause. The flame will burn out like a candle. The further down it goes the less time you have to know. Make your demands now. Make them very clear. Do not let them fade or disappear. Do not let fear take the wheel and steer. No matter how things appear. Only what's on the inside can be a deciding factor. If you knew it was your one and only chance. What would you do? Take it or fake it? Time to choose! ! ! John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 122 Chasing Ghosts

Bounds are limitless. As your life is. Unknown is your time. So you have to make the most. And stop chasing ghosts. For they fade and disappear. But guess what you are still here. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 123 Chasing What's Not There

The pleasure is all mine. Its as if I control space and time. I'm writing to rewind. To savor every moment, until there truly gone. I can try to be there when the wounds are so deep. A white knight in the dim light. Whats wrong feels so right. My heart has gone astray. That I wish I could save the day. But all I do is pray. Because theirs no simple fix in this perfect storm. I am chaos. I am order. I want to put my hand on your shoulder. Tell you its okay. But that's not the way. This world heals so slowly. I've fallen for helping hands pure and innocent. Honesty drives me so crazy. It's a trick with no compromises and so many surprises. The unexpected, I'll never see it. Look for my future through such a tiny hole. Its a horrible show. That's why I must go. Runaway from it all so I can feel okay. Clear my head, so the right words can be said. Apologies are not needed. Every one of us are to blame. We are master of our destiny's and write it as we will with our ink and quills. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 124 Cheap Shot

Cheap shot after cheap shot Here meet my pet rock Did I say rock, I met my pet rot Watch it he bite's He's not so nice Cheap shot after cheap shot Here meet my pet rock Did I say rock, I met my pet rot Watch it he bite's He's not so nice You think your better them me Then be instead of dwindling on it Like it's my fault Claim to be alone And then you get stoned And you wonder why Cheap shot after cheap shot Here meet my pet rock Did I say rock, I met my pet rot Watch it he bite's You think your better them me Then be instead of dwindling on it Like it's my fault Claim to be alone And then you get stoned And you wonder why If I was to surmise I would say your looking for another prize

Cheap shot after cheap shot Here meet my pet rock Did I say rock I met my pet rot Watch it he bite's He's not so nice You think your better them me Then be instead of dwindling on it Like it's my fault Claim to be alone And then you get stoned And you wonder why Cheap shot after cheap shot Here meet my pet rock Did I say rock, I met my pet rot Watch it he bite's He's not so nice www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 125 You think your better them me Then be instead of dwindling on it Like it's my fault Claim to be alone And then you get stoned And you wonder why If I was to surmise I would say your looking for another prize John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 126 Child Of Life

A family man made from anarchist. an honest man made from a narcissist. How a child changes things. What was once their is now gone. Planted in the ground and taken root. A lost soul not so lost anymore. What would happen if it was all taken away? That would be a very dark day. Indeed. Ripping the heart out and watching it bleed. A choice within destiny. Live knowing you know you have nothing left. Or sacrificing yourself to bring about a greater good. Blinded by devils mask. within the task a question must be asked. What is it that can be gained? How difficult is it to look in someone eyes before they die? Love and hate mesh and merge. It all converges at the point where one must choose to survive and witness sun die. Only then will the moon rise. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 127 Children Should Still Grow

Let me tell you if I ended up taking care of kids not mine As part of an agreement unheard Child support would be the first words For a parent should have to take care of their own If reasons are not of the concerned. Then yours shall be mine with a fine A tax of the person on who bared. In wed lock they shared Moments cherished, now tired and old With wisdom the children should still grow With love they should be embraced. Not possession you just have to take But part of you in which everyday you should wake A mistake, is but not true in years gained. So I say to you, how could you? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 128 Circumstances Unending

If you had to choose what would you do Circumstances unending A victim of life A victim of death A victim of compromises A heart in pain either way. To make your world a little more okay To let the one you love go for the better Or the happiness of poverty in suffering Like a mother choosing for a child you must make the decision out of true love. Forever the greater good. The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes. Only if I could see it that way. If you had to choose what would you do Circumstances unending A victim of life A victim of death A victim of compromises A heart in pain either way. To make your world a little more okay When you do such a thing their is no going back Chasing after something you threw away. All in a attempt to be the better man. The homeless playing a game of kick the can. Nobody ever wins. It is to pass time as it will always do. If you had to choose what would you do Circumstances unending A victim of life A victim of death A victim of compromises A heart in pain either way. To make your world a little more okay Regret and bitter Feelings that will never sit well with you Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged She is gone. Forever a bad choice. That you wouldn't want to change. If you had to choose what would you do Circumstances unending A victim of life A victim of death A victim of compromises A heart in pain either way. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 129 To make your world a little more okay The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside. The things you try to bury and hide. At one time you were happy. At one time you smiling and so full of spirit. But now you fall into a very empty depression. If you had to choose what would you do Circumstances unending A victim of life A victim of death A victim of compromises A heart in pain either way. To make your world a little more okay No one will come and pick you up. If you fall it will be you last one. Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call. Duty and service is all you've ever known. And now a world sits before you. And still your all alone. If you had to choose what would you do Circumstances unending A victim of life A victim of death A victim of compromises A heart in pain either way. To make your world a little more okay John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 130 Citizen Soldier

The sick getting sicker. Based on greed can you feel the energies. Its only neglect, now is not the time to fret. I say bullshit were down not out. Listen to us shout we are the people. An individual who has rights. Our vote better mean something our whats the point. Business is the only other avenue. Start with something small make it tall. From the ground up. Oh money talks. I hear it in volumes. Poor mans blues. They can see you. Hypnotize we are not. Whose really holding the cards. I think we do. Citizen soldier, sorry but we must put that rebellion down. I'll continue write to you no matter what happens. Ideological just maybe. Unfaithful and woe is me. You cant change my destiny. It just wasn't in the cards. A freak you are but it will never be enough. A joy ride around town to get me to the ground. A fools the one that gets impounded. A touch of phobia, a touch of vanity, pure insanity. I choose to live and let live Someday maybe she will forgive. Because I can no longer see the pearls in her curls. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 131 Clinging On To The Last Bit Of Hope

Writing The Next Chapter, Always The Next Chapter. Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have To Due. Know The Very Next Day Is Another Follow Through. Where Is That Day Of Rest? Where Is That Day Of Success? A Life Full Of Emptiness. Completely Monotonous. Like A Soldier I Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of Next. I Harbor No I'll Will Or Regret. But I'm Still Getting Tired Of The Next. Writing The Next Chapter, Always The Next Chapter. Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Have To Due. Knowing The End Is Far Beyond My Reach. Even With All I Got It Means little To Nothing. Materialistic Is So Unrealistic. The More You Take The More You Got To Pay. Maybe Sometime But For Now I'm Just So Tired Of Next. Writing The Next Chapter, Always The Next Chapter. Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have To Due. Take Some Anti Depressants To Spread It Out. Just Got Make It Again And Again. Like A Constant Buzzing In My Ear That Just Won't Go Away. It's Giving Me A Headache. Think Soon I Just Might Break. Like An Earthquake Everything Is Starting To Tremble And Shake. I'm So Tired Of The Next, But Still I'm Writing The Next Chapter. Always The Next Chapter. Clinging On The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have Due. I'm Holding On As Long As Can. But Slowly I Feeling Less And Less Like A Man. Just Another Weakling. And Here Comes The Next, Oh The Next, THE VERY NEXT. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 132 Completely

Utter Nonsense, Just Let It End Here. Lets Bring Everything Together. Got To Make This World Whole. Got Them All. All I Have To Do Is Make The Pieces Fit. Whole Heart'dly And Completely. Hands Against The Wall. One More Push And It Will Fall. Sometimes All One Needs Is Fresh Start. Lay The Foundation, Build The Support Structures And Raise The Roof. You Just Got Go Into It Whole Heart'dly And Completely. No More Distraction, No More In ambitions, No More Excuses To Just Say The Words You Got To. Say It Now And Walk Right Through. Turn It Into Your Heaven Or Hell. You Just Have To Have The Follow Through. You Can't Get Stuck On Just One Thing. No More Addictions, No More Sick And Twisted Afflictions. Their Is One Prediction. Say It With Me You Have To Go Into It Whole Heart'dly And Completely. Not Knowing The Outcome Doesn't Really Matter. If It Fails Then You Must Do It Again Till You Get It Just Right. Perfection In The Art Of Repetition. A Vision Being Painted Into This World Every Day. Are You the Dreamer, Or The Redeemer. Once Again Say It With Me You Must Go Into This Whole Heart'dly And Completely. Don't Ever Look Back Till You Done, Otherwise You'll Get Lost In The Past And Won't Last. There Is Only The Here And Now. Say It With Me You Have To Go Into This Whole Heart'dly And Completely. Whole Heart'dly And Completely. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 133 Conning The Romance

Whether a story exist or not. Doesn't mean out of my own ignorance I will be baited like a fish. If you send me letter, and ask me of something I can not give. As I said before I was never meant to be rich. To survive will be more then suffice for me. Greed sickens the heart to places unknown. Where such stories can be told with no remorse. Robbing by the hearts need to love. It so wrong. But its done a lot. These people are lost. Lust is not love. No matter how much you want it to be, Dignity thrown out the window. Shimmy down the rope, and please do find that hope. Cause their is a pain bared. Knowing people like that are out their. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 134 Copied Dialogue

Faking it can only produce so much Sooner or later your realised and you will lose your golden touch A man in the desert must eventuality drink water When he does he's caught A travesty unbecoming of any real author Authenticity tried and proven In the readers world the guilty shall be hung By a noose of rejection Fact or fictions doesn't make a lick of difference if it is not of yours To write with passion you must think for yourself Create your opinions and ideas And not become of a copied dialogue John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 135 Creatures Of Nothingness

I've become a giant in my senseless motive. Why do I do it when everyone is rooting against me. Because I can, and I still give a damn. I will never surrender in this life or the next. Even when it seems so futile. Perfection is not in the complexion, its not something you can see, taste, or touch. But its what you feel on the inside. Burning churning right through you. Even a crippled can have wings. Its a ping to the head. Get up and sing for their only one thing we need. And its happiness without the greed. Its living in bliss without the forgetfulness that comes with it. Be what it might. Destroying the light. Loss of all sight. Absence of all life. Creatures of nothingness, roaming twilight. Searching for more an emptiness. Feeding off it and creating new and worse creatures we call humans from it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 136 Crimson Red Unfolds

As the anger rises, the crimson red unfolds. Sometimes one is not to accept the truth for what it is. And they try change it. Sometimes they succeed. Sometimes they cave and give up. A surrendering of the soul. A abandoned world. Where the darkness will rule. And common suffering will reign till some one stands up. Theirs always a puppeteer. Just cut the strings to be free. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 137 Daily Deception

In To This Life And The Next. I Must Confess The Distance Between Now And Then Could Be Greater Then I Can Stand. Tell Me Are You A Friend. Your Eyes Say One Thing. You Say Another. Whom Am I To Believe. Daily Deception. Its Okay Cause She Does It. That's What I Hear Over And Over Again. Question Their Motives, Question Their Actions, Question Everything In The Search For The One And Only Truth. It Hides Right Beneath The Skin. Hide Your Emotions And Try To Defend. Its A The Winter That Never Ends. How Can I Believe Anything You Say. Its The Question On The Top Of My Mined Every Day. Does That Make This Okay? Never Knowing Which Way The Winding Road Will Turn. To The Left Then To The Right. Look Into Their Eyes Under The Firelight. That Will Tell You Everything You Will Need To Know. I Must Know. I Must Turn My Back On You. I Trusted You, I Let You In. And You Stole Everything I Believed In. A Loss Of Faith. A Loss Of The Greatest Sensation Of Touch And Taste. How Sweet Was That Embrace. But Now Its To This Life And The Next. Walk Backwards For Awhile. Trust No One Except With A Fictitious Smile. All Because Of A Single Lie. Hope It Made You Die A Little Inside. For It Did Me. My Life Will Be Complete And I Will Have The Time Of My Life Getting There. But Don't Despair, It Wont Be With You, Oh No It Wont Be With You. Its For Me, Its For You, I Say Its For Me, Oh Its For You In To This Life And The Next. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 138 Dark Desire

Writing my conscience. I t knows exactly what to say, to keep that guilt that rides me so hard at bay. Bury the feelings. I'm in control, I know the difference between right and wrong. Which is why I'm writing this song. Let my pen speak. Leak the secrets of the heart. The deepest darkest desire sets ones soul of fire. Try to fight it, try to hide it, but its shows itself from right under the skin. It cant be locked within. It will cause you to mentally break. There is no escape. Not getting away from it. No matter the distance traveled, it will follow like your shadow. You need it and it needs you. So just accept it. It is a part you. Broken but still connected. Constantly infecting some like a disease. Just give it up please, you cant win me over with reason. There has been a change of season. When all else fails, just inhale then exhale. Suck it in to spit it back out. Cast away all the shadows of doubt. The crowds will get smaller. Only the true followers will follow. The rest will turn hollow. Dead on the inside. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 139 Dark Men

Melodramatic, screaming about the petty things. Can't you see that is nothing. Dark men live right next to you. They don't want you to have an easy life. Some so sick and demented want to stab you with a knife. Other want to corrupt our children. Yet more want all your money. Are you realizing this isn't funny. It sad that some don't comprehend the negative effect its having. We are all to busy with self gratification. Stroking our egos. Who cares about that man next to you. Well I do, and I want more from those so distracted, so surprised when their are extreme actions are taken. Well if you wouldn't have let it go. How could you not know. Its black in the snow. So obvious. How can so many be so oblivious? I guess its a human defect that we reject that their can be true evil. Denial of those liable. Fine so be it. The truth you'll never achieve it. I stand in the way of the dismay you try to create today. A one man army against so many. Its a harsh reality. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 140 Dark Side

I bit my upper lip I take another sip Coffee so black Jittery Stressed Solve an impossibility Build the creativity With humans ingenuity All with that makes no sense The soul never relents Or knows how to repent How much do I owe? Can I weigh it in gold? Can it be told? With the words that heal What has been revealed? What has been sealed? Shrouded in darkness The fog has blinded me Its beyond my understanding I'm not sure what I should be demanding Attacking the defenseless Breaking the hopeless A survivor of what Just shut up A listen to the unforgiven The urgency is now How to sooth the savage beast in me So Angry Lashing out in strange ways What has my serenity done to me? Trying to think Wanting to be totally tanked But walking away Because I know that's not the way No gonna happen Not now Or any other day I'm stronger I'm not a monger of meager means I've already came clean But the guilt is still there Rotting Always bringing the despair Beware the knife is sharp Its cuts so deep Wait the chance it so needs To breath To loose Another golden goose Another golden egg Then your dead www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 141 As the words I read John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 142 Deadly Disease

With only so many cocktails To a disease that eats at your arteries Keep it down but never kill it Each cure will only keep it decolonized it for so long Then it to the next I'm speaking of something similar to mrsa The only difference is it is contained in the blood No contagion risk. Mysterious is such a bacteria So rare that that CDC is called in to investigate What caused this? Was it the hospital or nursing home Can you sue, and should you All very good questions But the man says no, and continues on with his life He could live for another 20 years The doctors just don't know It's one of those make the best of whatever you got left. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 143 Dear Ann

Dear Ann, sorry this has come to end. I hope you will remember that moment. That day slowly burns. A torch that cant be blown out. The eternal flame. Light it an go on. But you better remember me. Dear Ann, sorry this has come to end. We did everything right. We were overwhelmed by that which still haunts me. A child, A child, A mere child. No mercy, No pity, Only regret. Take a stand Protect those whom cant do for them selves. Become a scapegoat for the destruction of a castle I call hope. I can still see the sickening smile as he admit it. I would like to kill the son of bitch. Dear Ann, sorry that it has come to end. I hope someday I can be forgiven. Blood for blood. Can you really call that love. A morbid sense of hate. Their was just too much at stake. Dear Ann, sorry that it has come to end. Ugly is revenge. A mortared face. Scarred for ever. I embrace. With an overreaction. Was it really about self satisfaction. I want to share in this pain. I want us to be same. Equals in our own domain. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 144 Dear Everybody.

Dear Americans, The World, my countrymen everywhere. I would like to speak to you tonight, not about some woman. Not about some dream job in the future Not about your suffering, but the will to be children's, children, who will suffer at the hands of pure greed, and constant prolonging of compromising. This is a slowly failing capitalist state, empire, government, or whatever else you want to call to it. The laws are being rewritten slowly. Our monopoly laws has failed miserably. And I want them reinforced harder. Shrink these businesses to a reasonable size. If you don't have the money to cover it. And the company don't have the money to cover it. It shouldn't exist. You don't like that walmart tough. I'm not speaking to favor you at all. You make hardly in anything in America. And yet they are too many of your companies here. Assembled is as close as you get except for groceries and prescriptions. Prescription manufacturers who hardly make any drugs in this country. and charge us the most for them. Where is our competitive market. Where are the U.S. factories? ? ? Where are the hard workers? ? ? Now that doesn't just mean factories. How about we make some clothing again. How about us harvesting more cotton. How about we make more computer chips. How about we grow something is costing that's costing millions if not billions of dollars. Oh and emptying our prison systems at the same time A man I talked from U.K. tells me the about unique laws Amsterdam has. By the way I did look up these laws and I'm reading from them as we speak. Their drug law states, that everyone has the right to choose of their own health as far most health issue goes. And that should be our right. We shouldn't have to have insurance unless their is a nation wide free insurance program. The pursuit of happiness. We deny that. That's a lie. But in truth I don't think it's possible to completely achieve it. For if it was possible murders could kill at a whim, rapist a would be allowed to pursue their sick and twisted happiness as two very ugly examples of how flawed that idea is. I think it should be true about ones health. But lets face it someone must lead, and someone must follow. We got too many cooks and not enough chefs in this country. And of the chefs none have to take responsibility for their actions. If they were that money wouldn't have disappeared in the first place. What of you Obama, what do you have to say of your actions. What have you done, to truly help this country. I wouldn't call that health bill help. It was like putting a band aid on a hemorrhage and expecting to fix its self, it didn't. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 145 You have to treat healthcare companies, like the electric companies. Cap them. you want to start making money on that issue, that is what needs to be done. Oh and while your at bring the product back. create taxation laws such that American products are equal. Put them taxes on us. I would take that load if it means American jobs again. Anybody who bring back American jobs I would support. Anybody who actually would do something like pull all Americans out of all wars I would support. Their needed right here on the borders and disaster areas. The greed has to stop so ill be the first American say tax me so we can return American jobs again. Let it be on the products that come from other countries. Call it isolationism if you want. But other countries have the right to do the same. Bush this is my middle finger to you and that line. Its not isolationism if it is basic survival. We are in trouble, we will become either a Communist, socialist or dictatorship type government I don't think its not to far down this road we are traveling. Their is no looking back as soon as we go. When the government truly collapses you will know. Now the world probably hate me for some of the things I said Now the Americans probably hate me for some of the things I said. Now big bushiness probably hate me for what i said. I know i probably pissed of both republicans, and democrats. But we are at all fault for this and we will suffer some way for it. If we really want to fix it. We must except we are all at fault. Equal the land must be before a golden age will ever be seen. ~Give me responses arguments as the people or even your ideas as leaders of the literature world. Put it all in poems and keep delivering the messages. Drill it in as if it is your most loved one that died. Let them know what you want. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 146 Death by Your Own Sword

Here's the hilt. Here's the blade. Hold your head high and prepare to attack. For there's no going back. Buildings are burning. A government in siege. A war torn world. A sacrilege of everything we were taught. Enveloped in the night sky. Smoke is rising and people we know and love are dieing. The new born is crying. The angels are screaming. Not another mortal soul lost. Look at the cost. Infinity can't define divinity. Immortality in this world does not exist. So what about the next. What if their is none. Then you just abandon everything. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 147 Death Is Knocking

Just Focus. Stop And Think. Your On The Brink With No Way Out. Its Do Or Die Time. Can You Survive. Will You Survive. I Can See It In You Eyes. Your Soul Is Fading. Drifting On To Next. Such An Moment Of Mourning. Your Going Going Gone. Just Focus. Stop And Think. Your On The Brink With No Way Out. Only One Thing Comes To Mind Doubt And More Festering Doubt. Like An Infection It Spreads Through The Skin. Slowly Turning Your Complexion To An Ominous Pale Gray. Can You Survive. Will You Survive. Does It Mean You Still Live With All The Senses And Emotions Still Attached. Body And Mind In Sync Just In Time. I Think You'll Be Just Fine. Just Focus. Stop And Think. Your On The Brink With No Way Out. The Vision Is Just To Horrifying To Even Think About. There Is No Dark Cloud. It Will Not Rain On Me. Hope Till The Bitter End. Don't Surrender. Can You Survive. Will You Survive. Sadness In The Skies. Wishing Upon Another Sunrise. A Fairy Tale Gone So Wrong. Its My Worse Nightmare Coming True For You. What Can You Do? Just Focus. Stop And Think. Your On The Brink With No Way Out. I'm Just So Sorry. But It Just Doesn't Cut It. No Words Can Explain It. Its The Light In The Dark. Soon It Will Be Gone. Still You Go On As If Nothing Wrong. As If You Already Know Where Your Going, And Just Maybe You Do. But I Don't And It Scares Me. I Want To Be Brave For You. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 148 But In The End Its Not Up To Me Or You. Can You Survive, Will You Survive. Please Let It Be Quick. And Let Pain Be Gentle. Cause I Just Wont Be Take It. To Much To Bare For My Soul. I Burn Inside And It Just Wont Go Away. It Just So Hard Even Still To Describe That Day. One Day I Will Be With You Again And It Will All Be Okay. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 149 Deaths Notice

When someone dies And no one takes notice All alone. Crawling deep inside The last fight. This is your life. And no one even sees you. Completely invisible. Completely miserable. Completely insufferable. No one to blame. No one to hate. Put upon the stake. The nails go in. First the hands then the feet. It is the ultimate defeat. Falling down to never look back up. Their all gone. The calm before the storm. An angel raises her head and says 'oh where is all the love I felt? ' Then she disappears. A life given up on so early. And no one even blinks an eye or says good bye. It is a horrible way to die. The certificate says so. A linage totally forgotten. Erased except for a piece of paper. They tried the best save her. But sometimes your just too late. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 150 Deepness In The Throat

Like a deepness in your throat I'm here to make you choke. A miss step to the abiding course Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real. No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth. Of the abused Mentally used Confused Bitter Sour Anger Hate In everything we relate So do not agitate Look at yourself making so many miscalculations In your proclamations As am I We speak, we learn We follow through Like an oppression upon the chest Looky their its sitting on that shelf Just reach for it. Like a deepness in your throat I'm here to make you choke. A miss step to the abiding course Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real. No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth. Of the abused Mentally used Confused Bitter Sour Anger Hate In everything we relate So do not agitate Bang bang the drugs take effect Are you hallucinating yet. Don't fret You'll be soon enough Think you got it rough Come on now be tough Stand up for yourself Emotional distrust Like a deepness in your throat I'm here to make you choke. A miss step to the abiding course Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 151 No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth. Of the abused Mentally used Confused Bitter Sour Anger Hate In everything we relate So do not agitate Investigate that of what will be Please stand before me Tell your stories They are not so far reaching Am I the soul you have been needing Well here you go Here I am Like a deepness in your throat I'm here to make you choke. A miss step to the abiding course Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real. No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth. Of the abused Mentally used Confused Bitter Sour Anger Hate In everything we relate So do not agitate

Like the victim Always like the victim I say just listen We all feel the same If I can only take away a little bit of the pain Trying to make myself sane With a lonely complaint I'm no saint I'm no god I just say what's comes from my heart Like it or not Like a deepness in your throat I'm here to make you choke. A miss step to the abiding course Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real. No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth. Of the abused www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 152 Mentally used Confused Bitter Sour Anger Hate In everything we relate So do not agitate Memories of nightmares and dreams From the clouds mine only can be found If only for one dance I'll tell you I'll promise you The world before the sunrise Look into my deep brown eyes Tell me they lie Maybe your right But not tonight. Like a deepness in your throat I'm here to make you choke. A miss step to the abiding course Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real. No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth. Of the abused Mentally used Confused Bitter Sour Anger Hate In everything we relate So do not agitate John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 153 Delievering Bad News

Just don't kill the messenger As a friend I'm here to tell you it's over Don't make me the bad guy I had nothing to do with it It is completely out of my hand I'm here to help you make the transition I can read those gleaming eyes Your both my friend I won't let this destroy a good relationship if it doesn't have too I'll fight for you as well as him I don't care who was in the wrong You both will always be equal in my eyes I won't ever say goodbye It will just never do till death comes to my side I won't let you end your life either I will pick you on my shoulders and hold you Keep your head high and you will survive Like the white knight I am only to my true friends My hand is out to help any way I can And this is where it begins John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 154 Deny Someone An Education. They Will Find It Somewhere Else.

Deny someone an education. They will find it somewhere else. Don't respond, if you do as you always do. You ask for tons of money just so I can pursue. Deny someone an eduction. They will find it somewhere else. Money can't be earned to support. With violence they resort. Deny someone an eduction They will find it somewhere else. A criminal mind intertwined Cheating the system they see as just fine. Deny someone an eduction. They will find it somewhere else. Starving to preserve a future so bleak Capitalizing on those of the weak Deny someone an eduction They will find it somewhere else Be careful what you teach. For now all can reach. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 155 Derailed

Bless me not For I feel like sleeping on a cot I'm crashing Burning full of desire Quite inspired Call me a lier I feel on fire Lies come in all and shapes and forms And lie dormant for years In till the soul disappears Cloud cover me in the darkness I've been marked All eyes on me I feel as I can't see Some would say this a dark day Treat me with some dignity Rain drops hit my face So I embrace This is a life gone to waste The taste in my mouth is quite bitter Its sad it was even considered I questioned where loyalties lied Now I know which way the blows Treachery Hang him Lynch him Free am I Till the day I die Open mined Never will be blinded Not by you Not now Not ever I done with such deceivers Its not hit or miss Its the nail on the head In till I put you in the grave Dead You hear me dead John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 156 Destroy, Destroy, Destroy

The battle of the beast. A creature that only knows one thing. Destroy, destroy, destroy. It entered the world as nothing more then a mere boy. Cold and abandoned. The exiled one. He knows no love. He is what no one wants to become. He lives off of lust and blood. A pain felt hundred times worse then living on the brink of death. All he does is fight. Morning till night. The battle of the beast. A creature that only knows one thing. Destroy, destroy, destroy. Abused, constantly confused. Trust no one. Get close and suffer. The forgotten lover. Neglected and rejected. And that has created his own protection. A self projection of what seems sincere. A wall wrapped up like spider web. he waits patiently for his victims. He doesn't show any leniency. The battle of the beast. A creature that only knows one thing. Destroy, destroy, destroy. The deception is his human form. Hell rip you apart. Hell tear out your heart. When he feast its best to retreat. For him their is no bias. He hates all as equals. No taking pity on one over another. The battle of the beast. A creature who knows one thing. Destroy, destroy, destroy. He doesn't pillage or plunder. He decimates and devastates. He burns entire societies to ground with his anger. Which causes the constant quake. The battle of the beast.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 157 Destroyed Soldier

I got another invitation to escalation Oh do you accept? Do you accept? The eyes of the serpentine have crossed with mine. Looking through the mirror without a reflection. A injection straight into my blood steam. Killing all my demons. With a blade, with a knife. Hell stab him twice. Cause once was just not enough. It is never enough. Surrendering my life, if only to complete something greater. So with my severed arteries I take a needle thread and sew. For I'm not ready yet to just let go. I still got so much do. And I'm constantly battle the evil within. Save me from myself. A soldier of his own destruction. Rolling for the snake eyes. Double it up. Going in for the kill. Going in for the thrill. Like all predators I need another meal. Just to keep my soul filled. For it will never again be healed. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 158 Destroying The Illusion

Destroying the pain inside. How many lies do you hide behind. How thick is that wall. Will it crumble, will you stumble. Can you walk over hot coals in bare feet? Can you overcome that which was you thought was suppose to be? Is it an unwritten destiny? Know your enemies. Your friends arn't always the ones standing next to you. Do you know the truth? Do you think your a super sleuth? Guessing at the infinite possibilities. it is or it isn't. No in between. All the way. Come on make my day. I will not partake in the games you play. I got what i want now i shall leave the floor. Its getting cold, please close the door. Not letting anyone in not no more. All options have been fully explored. Every one has a number like a statistic. I must be realistic. No more bullsh*t, no more being optimistic. Theirs only so much trust that can be spread around. My ears hurt from all the sounds. Whispers of suggestions of every direction. I must take cover for my own protection. I cant believe what my eyes see. Another projection. Foretelling what could be, is no longer enough for me. I need absolute certainty. I need fully understanding. Sorry if i seem demanding. But I've been planning. And it doesn't include you. You got to do what you got to do. Or you'll get used. Suffocating, is you face turning blue? Sorry i still cant help you. Stay away, i pray for the best. But can't get involved in your mess. God bless. That's all i have left. hope that i enough, For my hearts at rest. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 159 Destroying The White Knight Syndrome.

Again i hear that desperate plea. like voices in my head but you are real. Damn girl you just don't give up that game. chasing a dream. if it could be so only so perfect. but i know that not how things roll. you know no love for nothing but self gain. i got the white knight syndrome and want to help. but i know i must wait for the true intent hasn't been revealed. if i didn't know you so personally i wouldn't have stuck around this long. i wouldn't have been there for you to lean on. a anchor in ground. gave you a place to call home when you were all alone. now its in your hands. What will you do? what will you choose? i can't give my heart away that easily to you. you destroyed me, and ripped my heart into oblivion. but we can't have that again. sometimes i feel its best we stay just friends. But its not my move. so what do you do? so what do you choose? I got nothing lose either way I'm set. I don't need anything from you. but if you ask I'll still come. not because expecting something but because i actually care. I've known you since the age of 13. but I'm now a man, and you are a woman whose got a family. a bunch of little ones to raise. three different fathers complicates things. But whatever it takes. I'm ready to go on. and accept that your still not ready to settle down with anyone. but i, yeah i am. So lets just keep it friends till i know your true intent. its your move, so what do you do? so what do you choose? divided by the freedom of choice. connected by friends. let all this come to an end. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 160 Devil On The Prowl

Kill me with a whisper. The devils flying high in the air. Hes there when you don't care. Hes there. Hes there. Boiling a cauldron of contempt. Hes holding all the cards. But still I shall be a martyr for the cause. The choices we make leave a trail of misery in there wake. Death never does it. Its never because of it. We are nothing more then sparks of emotions. A little to left. A little to the right. Another fight to keep on the light. Heaven on earth. Hell is much worse. Still we curse. God damn it. We like to blame. It doesn't matter the name. The intent is always the same. The scapegoat is higher then any mountain. Yet is beneath every fountain. To better yourself, somehow, someway. Never tomorrow. The soul becomes hollow. Wallowing in pain. All for the fame. Keep dreaming. This life can be very deceiving. Grieving of over a loss of someone so close. When in truth you were never there when it counted the most. A dirty dozen reasons. Whose really believing. All the lies have only got you so far. In the ends whats really worth defending? Stop being so forgiving. Stop it cold. Because one day you'll be old and it will no longer be sold. Unless your the buyer. With this dire warning its lights out. I scream its lights out. I exhale lights out. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 161 Did I satisfy

To satisfy the needs of others I take a step and look at it from their position. A difficult task indeed. But its part the minds creativity Its the way it works its not magic. I'm not as you speak. Never claimed it. You don't scare me. I won't just die and wilt away I'm here to stay. Like it or not We share these grassy plains As angry as you feel. Remember this is everyone's house Not just yours No matter the amount of awards. A leader of what. Misery and suffering. Belittle others to the breaking point. Well I'm the man at this door who stands guard. I'll tell you not so fast. Go ahead try to devastate First you have to relate. You have lost that my dear man. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 162 Did I? If So I Am Author

Did I inspire Did I open ones eyes Did I make you cry Did I bring a smile to your face. Did I befuddle, bamboozled, and confuse Did I scare, and bring utter fear Did I bring awkwardness straight to your living room Did I bring with my own words a story, a thought, a moment in time, people, places If So I Am Author John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 163 Did This Poem Catch Your Eye?

Did this poem catch your eye? If so I hope not to disappoint. To begin like the others. Making it as simple as possible. An easy read. Nothing like me. Line by line. Calming the tides. Writing till the point and rhymes subsides. Words biting the empty space. One by one strung together to fill the void. Now that you read this are you kind of annoyed? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 164 Did You Pass or Fail?

Why is it easier to be arrogant? Why is it easier to be cruel? Why is it easier to be evil? Why is it easier to hurt? Why is it easier to an asshole? Why is it easier to victimize? Why is it easier to abuse? Why is it easier to use? Why is it easier to be greedy? Why is it easier to be selfish? Why is it easier to be self centered? Why is it easier to steal? Why is it easier to manipulate? Why is it easier to lie? My thoughts is it is a test to all man kind Did you pass or fail? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 165 Dig Deep

Looking Through Blood Shot Eyes Watching The Sunrise. Feeling So Tired, Just So Sick Of It. Pictures So Dead And Gone. Burnt Up In Flames. Still Trying To Keep Things The Same. But Its The Devils Game. And He Wins Again. Another Lost Friend. A Name Carved In Stone. Don't Tell Me Were Not All Alone. Cause I Know Better Then Anyone. I Live It Every Day. And It Doesn't Get Any Easier, Even When Pray. No More Faith, All My Desperate Attempts Have Left A Stale Taste. Just Wake Up Now. Hold Your Head Up High Even If You Don't Feels So Proud. Put The Smiling Face On. Come On Just Come On. Like It Even Matters. Let Me Rest My Head. Let Death Come Quick. Let The Misery Die With One Little Prick. An Invasion Of The Mind. Through Layers We Go. And Still It Doesn't Help. I'm Just As Confused. Another Game I Lose. In Life Memories Are For The Old. In Life The Heart Is For The Cold. In Life Perfection Is A Goal That Cant Be Reached. But Still We Try. We Have To So Everything We Do Can Be Justified. But My Soul Has Been Compromised. In Limbo With No Notion Of Where Im Even Going. But Still I Feel Must. Steady My Self, Ready My Self, Another Unconscious Transgression. Distant An Unchecked. No Sight Of Reality Yet. Just Where Did It Go. Its Got To Be Here Somewhere. So Dig Deep. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 166 Dire Predictions

A syndicate, a order, in a heated debate. While all the world watches and anticipates. A subject so great it has caught every child, woman and mans eye. Is it a disguise? Is it really the way it seems? A clouded sunrise. The shadows of many demons. Disgust is all we feel. From our environment we steal. A black killer whose a friend to all. In his trap we fall. From our unending desire and consumption he thrives. From the common plastics to the cars we drive. He lives. Always holding our hands out saying give, give, give. This day and age gluttony has become our worst sin. And one day soon it will come to end. not because of the good we proclaim. but because of lack of a choice. A forced redemption in waves. A holocaust in which the humans shall be enslaved. We don't heed the warning never will. That's part of our current lives thrill. Slowly running a knife across our wrist in a metaphor so black and white that we should see the light. But again I fret, the words will not be understood, not just yet. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 167 Dirty Sheets, and Secrets

Be done with the dirty sheets. Some secrets are not to meant to keep. Violence has no restraints. A bruise with no complaint. Women quite quaint. Be done with the dirty sheets. Some secrets are not meant to keep. Infidelity, a double cheat has his reasons indeed. Never quite complete full of envy. Theirs a tell tale sign jealousy. He want nothing to do with you. How many clues, how many? Be done with the dirty sheets. Some secrets are not meant to keep. Keep the habit with such evil deeds. Stealing the sun to buy the moon is just another impossibility. He says he can't help it, it taste and feels so sweet. He has received the treatment. What good did it do. How many clues, how many. Be done with the dirty sheets. Some secrets are not meant to keep. Still you protect him, protect him. Be done with the dirty sheets. Some secrets are not meant to keep. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 168 Disillusions

Their something here. I am looking past the dust in the air. It clouds the judgement of most. I am ready to face my ghost. Disillusions watered down and wrapped in a tiny package with such a pretty bow. I no longer know, what i should. Is it really for the greater good. Give me the ability to see beyond the darken trees. Impossibilities, searching with hesitation, and the forthright knowledge that i might just never find it. Its like being lied too over and over again. Who are your real friends. Who will stand by you even in the wrong. All the others i wish just to be gone. Leave me alone to my own devices. Its a penance i must continue to pay. Enough i say just go away, with the games you tried to play. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 169 Diving Into The Lovers Mind

To the one who loves in every way As a gift from the one above Good tidings turn into a perfection After so many rejections The heart still beats The lungs still breaths The body still moves And the mind hunger for answers Sometimes the simplest will do A golden apple hangs from the gaia tree in all its fairness It complexion draws all but only one can be the right to pluck it The question isn't does the apple exist, but when will you find it Can you wait till the end of time? Or will second best do? Diving into the lovers mind John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 170 Do Something Today.

Today is tomorrow, just borrowed. I got an idea for the base ingredient. What are we making? The future? How do you do that? Do something today. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 171 Do Things The Hard Way

This is my closing remarks This is my settlement with god With repentance in the air The thunder flies across the sky The cataclysmic storm has once again come With this one will I be undone? On a spinning wheel slowly being emptied And nothing I do can ever stop it It is a aging process Not taking a easy success In the commerce world I'm non existent I guess I have a pre-existing condition A rebellion with repetition The anguish of ambition I know what I'm missing But to live life I must not behind my four walls Oh he's just making a bunch of phone calls and typing on a keyboard John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 172 Do You Even Know Me?

Do you even know me? I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am. I wish to know everyone. Like best friends. To trust, in the inner most exposing. A naked body cradled lying on the ground. Water flows freely to every extremity. Feeling equal inside. Throwing away every last bit of pride. Do you even know me? I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am. I wish to know everyone. A persona amplified by class. I want to eliminate all of it as I pass. We are all flawed. Why in our eyes all that is seen is rejection? Stay away from me you have an infection. A carcinogenic ailment. Oh it spreads to quickly. Do you even know me? I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am. I wish to know everyone. Do you even know me? I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am. I wish to know everyone. Do you even know me? I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am. I wish to know everyone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 173 Dreamer in the Clouds

I guess I'm cynical when comes a thought process in which I have no control. I push and shove Just for a small to voice to be heard I destroy what has been told, and rewrite it as my own A little boy without a home. A darkness in which I just want to be alone No bells and whistles Keep it simple Keep it simple Yet again, it is as it is not Fortunes told of what I wish I got A dreamer in the clouds I never want to come down John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 174 Drifting In An Out

I drift in an out. I scream. I shout, whats this really about. My whole life in question. I feel I should make an confession, even if theirs objections. I'm not afraid of rejections. Not like I haven't heard all excuses in the world. Does this make it so cold? I feel my age coming in. But still I stand before you. Larger then life. An honest man. Not a lier. Not a nobody. Not a somebody. Accept me for me, or turn away. Because night turns into day. Tears run red. Hurtful things are said. Then you lye awake in your bed. I'm drifting in an out. I scream. I shout, what the hell is this really about. My whole life in question, in question. Condim me for who I am. Brand and label me. It wont change a thing, other then make me an angry man. Who feels hes got cut over and over again with a dull razor blade. In time I'm sure this will fade. Until then I'm drifting in an out. I scream. I shout, what the hell is this really about. My whole life in question. So many questions. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 175 Dust In The Wind

Dust thrown to the wind Where does this truly begin? When will it come to an end Deja vu Split in two Whose who I through with all the bullshit I've heard from you Totally cut off Seclusion Walking into an illusion Never ever land Who has a plan? Dust thrown to the wind Where does this truly begin When will it come to an end Deja vu Split in two Whose who Am I the undertaker? Am I the heart breaker? The one you never see coming Till I'm gone Took off running Back to the hills No more thrills Dust thrown to the wind Where does this truly begin? When will it come to an end Deja vu Split in two Whose who What is a friend? What is a lover? Such words bring so much misery Hate to love Love to hate Can anyone see the irony Attraction isn't the same as destiny A choice that is like not in me Its just more dust I throw it to the wind Hoping I never see it again

Its just more dust I throw it to the wind Hoping I never see it again www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 176 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 177 Eat My Bliss

Eat my bliss, suck my kiss. Listen to me as i hiss. like a snake i creep up. I'm someone I'm only hoping you miss. Misperception, misdirection. Quite a pale complexion. Just eat my bliss, suck my kiss. Don't get pissed. No reason to be, don't you see. All is dead as the sea. Theirs no love in this barely beating heart. Pleasure is torn apart. Just eat my bliss, suck my kiss. No i will not reminisce. What was broken can not be fixed and i realize this. Being straight forward hurts you and I'm sorry but that's the end of it. I don't believe in second chances or dances. I'm not pretending, or defending. What was is gone. As the sun met the dawn. So just eat my bliss, suck my kiss. Miss priss, so stuck up with your self righteous bullsh*t. Just get over it. An impossibility, please treat it such. Its not asking much. Life is rough. No I'm not mr. tough guy. I'm just trying get by. So just eat my bliss, suck my kiss. Be honest receive hell for it. A rebel without reason. A false god preaching. A perplexing equation is which there no answer. Mysteries deep in the soul i keep. Searching to find what you seek. Until its found leave all my words unbound. Just eat my bliss, suck my kiss. Presumptuous it is. Assuming leaves emotions looming. Anger held right above my head. But its not getting in. Count to ten. Say you win. Put it to its end. Just eat my bliss, suck my mother f*cking kiss. Please just eat my bliss. All i want is happiness. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 178 Eating A Bullet

Speaking to ghosts Sitting next to the soldiers of the past. Where did we go so wrong? Why is it taking so long? A new discovery. A new dream. Building something not as dull as it seems. I wrote it all down in a letter. Sent it in a red envelope. That has been stained by these hands. To quick to the conclusion. Where did the time go. Speaking to the ones I love most. Telling them I did the best I could. Knowing that it no longer even matters. I'm of the wrong time and age. A hippie at heart. Loving the world as its being torn apart Divide and conquer. That is what I see today. Playing all their silly games. I will not par take. I wrote it all down in a letter. Sent it in a red envelope. That has been stained by these hands. To quick to the conclusion. Where did the time go. I want to take in all your pain. I want to take in all your hate. I want to take in all your anger. Just let me eat all this suffering in one gulp. Swallow it all down. Hold it deep inside. And just maybe I can make it to the other side. A place where I can rest my head Without worrying about all of you. And what you must be going through. I wrote it all down in a letter. Sent it in a red envelope. That has been stained by these hands. To quick to the conclusion. Where did the time go. The after life must be nice. But at what price. Will my helping hand ever suffice. Everybody wants something and nobody is willing to give up anything. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 179 So take it from me. Give me the lashings. Make me wear the crown of thorns. Inflict every evil known to man. Just leave them alone. Let me be the victim of your ignorance. Hate me because I want you to. I wrote it all down in a letter. Sent it in a red envelope. That has been stained by these hands. To quick to the conclusion. Where did the time go. I will never stand for it. I will jump in the middle every time. Not to pick sides. But to lye defenseless for someone else. Me before the child. Me before the mother. Me before the father. A savior of none, but a victim from it all. My daily life will not be measured by thing I did for myself. But instead what I did for you. Not because you asked. I don't care if its what you wanted. A forced sacrifice. Solid as a block of ice. I wrote it all down in a letter. Sent it in a red envelope. That has been stained by these hands. To quick to the conclusion. Where did the time go. I'm sorry just run. I take the brunt of it. Its not my fault but I don't even care. Sometimes you have to do things out of love. Even if it means I will die. It's not even my fight. That's why I will just be another punching bag. As the lights dim. I know soon my life will end. I wrote it all down in a letter. Sent it in a red envelope. That has been stained by these hands. To quick to the conclusion. Where did the time go. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 180 Eating A Disaster

Feeding off every feeling like a monster. Eating a disaster. Things are spinning. Faster and faster. When will it stop. Why is it so hard to let go. I will never know. But the show must go on. At the break of the next dawn i will start walking. To the better life. The one that makes me forget all my regrets. Whispers will constantly haunt me here. So i must disappear. I cant have her so near. I need protection from this evil. Distance, is the only solution. I'm not running. Im hunting to fill a hole that has got this situation out of control. Call it being cold. But shes fiction in my mind. And that cause me to break down every time. My dues have been paid. And i have worn out my welcome to stay. To the hell with it all. No more stalling. I find it so god damn appalling. I hate it because i know what i want. And its the one thing i can not have. So what else can i do. A couple bucks, a car, and ill drive so fucking far. A whole world at my disposal. So why be so close minded or blinded. Its a clock with no rewind. Her loss not mine. Steadfast, eraseing our past. Prentending each breath is my last. True motivation atlast. No help needed. I stand my ground on concrete. Its not a retreat. But instead its what i need for me. Call it an unborn fantasy. Call it a choice with an unheard voice. One of many. Writing it all out as it about to come about. Not a shred of doubt. Listen to me as shout this is where i stand. I am but only a man. With my own convictions. With my own afflictions. I will not bow or back down. for i am now standing on solid ground. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 181 Emotional Train Wreck

To describe those moments can be so difficult It is reliving pain long dead and buried It's one of those I already ate the cherry All that is left is the pit That's the best I think I can explain it It brings back images so vivid It brings back so much sadness It creates my madness I become so in depth with those thoughts It's as if it of the here and now It's so hard to be proud When you dig and such things be found The chest constantly pounds Ever slowing, but it is still ever moving. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 182 Emotionally Distraught

I'm waiting on you? Come on why won't you say anything? What happen to you? Is their any I can do? I hear the words in your eye's But your mouth just won't move. What is wrong? What did he do? He will pay. I hope he has prayed. For this is his last day. I won't be swayed. Not by anything you say. This will never be okay. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 183 Empty As The Air

A life of substance, is always one that is desired. But what of the substance you speak of? How do you define it? For ones man's junk is another man's treasure. Substance is what we make of it. Leading an interesting life in the gallows, could be considered a life of substance if that is what he desires. Are you trying say he is saying pity me I have not lived an interesting life, one full of life changing, learning, and ever different experiences? Do go on, as we investigate the brain. Put it under some light. What is really their? Hmm, I can only wonder. Maybe it is something empty as the air. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 184 Enemy Made By Love

A victim of my own mistakes. I got to stop letting people in. Block all out for eternity. It has been a bloody and brutal war. Destroying friend after friend. All so i feel nothing. So antisocial, so emotional. They will never understand. I have been branded. Labeled and threw into a story so fabled. And i cant do it. Never again. If its a conquest i cant win. Why bother. Why hurt another. Im not a brother. Reasonably insane is my name. Crazy as they come. No I'm not dumb. No I'm not on the run. No I'm not looking for fun. Just want to be left alone. I want to each their own. Friend or foe doesn't matter you still must go. We will step on each others toes. And i know it hurts as i say no. But the pain will wane, dissipate, and disappear. You changed things. You made me have to hate you. An enemy of love. Protection from above. Ive lost everything i ever wanted in one fell swoop. Give me a gun so i can shoot something. A mercy killing. Can you do it with tears falling out your eyes. Does it feel as if you died a little inside. My pride comes before my fall. And it wont happen. I need it not any more then you. Pity thrown a skew. Take a picture remember those days. Because these feelings will never end. I cant play a game of pretend. It is as i am. Your not gonna change it. If i have to put a mountain between us. I will. Not for thrills. But so i dont go crazy over something so real. This soul i will never let you steal. Hate me because all you do is hurt me. Say im dog sh*t and i wont care. I rather have that then way you been acting. Dont cry just relise that us being just friends has come to an end. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 185 Even As Cities Burn

Come on get those cocktails ready. The riot is tonight. Time to settle the score. No I don't think so. I rather use my words. Hurting others brings no satisfaction to me as it does you. So then your not coming? I'm sorry but I just can't. This war will destroy. I rather not bloody my hands as another one of them. Guilty by association. No matter how greedy the bastards really are. Its not my job to mar. They will destroy themselves. One way or another. Fine I'm leaving without you coward. I'm sorry but I just don't believe in that kind of violence. A prediction as history will play out and repeat its self. Like a broken record. It continues on. Even as cities burn. Killing and looting will play out as it always does. Their is already enough blame to go around. Why should be involved in disembowelling of what I helped to create? When it is done you can celebrate. And I'll sit in prayer for its all of our mistakes. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 186 Even As I Die It Will Continue To Go On

Back to building a website. To put my ideas under my own design. The internet is in the ages of all times. Forever to be recorded so the kids of kids can remember it. We must not forget We must learn to forgive. For injustices do not end with any other pretense. If that make any sense. Yes it does have relevance Its not just more jargon to be heard. By the crazy and the absurd. In my constant drive I do not reach for the skies But to understand the why. The search goes on for truth and knowledge. The search goes on for the true humanitarian. The search goes on for a way to end all blood shed. The search goes on for a way to eliminate all indifference. The search goes on for the cures to diseases that remind us of how vulnerable we really are. The search goes on. Even as I die it will continue to go on. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 187 Even When All The Roses Are Gone

Its on the tip of my tongue. Wait, wait im not done. Even when all the roses are gone. I will still know the one. They say live life while im young. A constant sensation that burns. Its another heart attack. Here you go a piece to you and you and you. Its on the tip of my tongue. Wait, wait im not done. Even when all the roses are gone. I still know the one. Try hiding it, try denying it, but i can feel it. The constant fighting. Emotional war fare. Tension high. Here another disguise ware it and swear to it. I see the problem. I see the aggravation. Im not an easy catch. Push, push, come on just push. Its on the tip of my tongue. Wait, wait im not done. Even when all the roses are gone. I still will know the one. The one. I will, will still know the one. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 188 Every Part Of The Heart. Breaks

As she preached an professed of her religions teachings I just wanted to cover my ears. Such sacrilege of what I believe. Just let the believers be. Let them whistle their own tunes of their perfect little harmony. It is not anarchy but prejudice I see. With inner fitting you wear. With a strange mold you walk life in which you fit. With your raisings values you demand recognition. But will it be honoured. Turning your backs on society as they have done to you. But the pain never fades. An enslaved being. Mentally trapped like your thoughts are parasites. A blood sucker here to spread the disease. With a gun to in your head they force you to your knees. Just end it quickly please is but a mere after thought. The fruit is rotten do not eat from this tree. Poisoned as a snake does to its prey. But don't worry its okay. The assurances of the misleading. Oh how can you benefit us men. What lively hoods do you have that we can take. And powerless you are as every part of the heart. breaks. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 189 Evil Is The Temptation

Evil Is The Temptation. I'm Stronger Then It, I'm Better Then It. I Won't Take It Even As It Sits In Front Of Me. Breaking My Code Of Ethics Just Won't Happen. No Matter How Hard You Try. You Still Won't Drag Me Down. To The Bottom, Searching For The Next Better Pleasure. I Could Have It All, If I Was Willing To Harm Those All Around Me. Evil Is The Temptation. The Great, The Almighty, Will Not Be Mine. Because I Just Don't Want It. the Simplicity Of It. Help Everybody From The Bottom, Never Noticed Because I Have No Name, And That's Okay. Its My Way. Every Day A Knew Day Of Faith For Me. The Pleasure Is Mine. I'm Here To Do My Time. Internal Gratitude To All. No Singular Entity Is More Deserving Than The Other. Though It Seem That Way Times. And That's When I Must Just Close My Prejudicial Eyes. Remember Why I'm Here To Help. The Exiled Angel, Falling Down With His Ripped Wings. No Mercy To The Forgotten Son. It Is Where He Belongs. Evil Is The Temptation. The Pact Is Heavenly Binding. I Say No Oh No. It Will Do. A Choke Hold So Tight. Release Me Now, Now, Now. Take The Greed Away From Me. I'd Rather Be Another One Lost In The Rain. Then Make A Stain In Hurt An Pain. Just Walk Away. Today Is Just Not My Day. And It Will Never Be. Not With Evil As The Temptation. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 190 Explosion

Such a notion could create a catastrophic explosion. be very careful with the next word you speak. I'm already full of so much emotion. the outcome could be bleak. If that's what you seek, by all means please. I got the cure for your disease. Another victim of society. The fallen one. The forgotten son. Bye, bye your already done. Welcome to your worst nightmare. Your mine, its time. An apocalyptic sense of self satisfaction. For with complete control. I take hold of your very soul. I eat it so slow. torture is the all i know. Go ahead ask for mercy, see if you get it. Do i look like the forgiving type. Guess I'm not a sucker you stupid slimy mother f*cker. Keeping digging the hole i will put you in. Buried alive, wonder how long you can survive. think I'm crazy, well just maybe i am. be careful for such notions could create a catastrophic explosion. You asked, and now i shall answer. Erase every ounce of devotion. Let my eyes go black. hate can't even begin to describe it. I'll twist your back. A slight suffocation with a plastic bag. death is the outcome. the how is my tool. its at my discression. do i want a soul searching confession? do i want to teach you lesson? or make it quick? you just don't get it. don't mess with those who are psychotic. So you better just watch it. that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. Go ahead make your retreat. lets see if you have quick feet. should i give chase? should i embrace your fear. make you really disappear. it so god damn scary when i'm near. i am as you say. don't you think? I remember those words that slipped off you tongue. think i'll just sit back and take it. well that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. oh the fires intensity. bringing down your whole sense of reality. whose the victim. Whose the prey. How does it feel, tell me how does it feel? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 191 Faceless

Lets talk for just a second. This is going way to fast. I'm not who you think I am. I am just another man with a pen. Write my thoughts as they come to me. It's not a secret or gift. Everybody has this. Given a chance. The story will dance and enhance. So you say with all you passion you love the man behind the mask. Do you even know what the mask is. Like a tiny prick to my skin. The needle punctures and in floods the sorrow. I've created this illusion of happiness borrowed. Like tidal waves they keep coming. How long do you really think you could swim alongside me. It is as the distance of an impossibility. It will be forever out of your reach. A heat seeking missile has already been sent to destroy. No matter the ploy. A dozen different ones are still the same. The faceless have no names. So brace yourself for this is my injection of rejection. So sit in the chair ready the vain and just take it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 192 Faded Sunset

Demanding for peace, is like demanding for a war to end. With one voice it just don't happen. A thousand hearts scream it every day. As if it's last breath breathing. As if a demon is inflicting unending suffering upon them. Still they won't quit or be silenced. The echo's of the forgotten. A sound that continues to bonce off wall after wall. With no one listening. A poet's worse enemy. The silence in which he speaks. As if to say your but fool wasting your time. Abandon are your rhymes. Hollow are their meanings. You won't help anyone. With spirits un-lifted. And dreams denied. It becomes just another part of a faded sunset. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 193 Fake Friend(Revised, In Line Form, Oh and Viewable

The poison seeps from of your eyes. I can read your lies. Pure and innocent are dead and gone. Fake it just fake it. Pretending your some thing your not. In the end I win cause I have had been in the alleys. I've slept in a abandon home to keep from catching cold. Where were you then my fake friend? Who do think your fooling? Do you stop and try to give a ride? So how bout it my fake friend. Such a beautiful sharlton. When I was getting beat up in the courts by five guys for protecting a races rights. Where were you then my fake friend? When my house burnt before my very own eyes. Where were you then? Hiding behind closed doors like so many times before. Every thing has been standing still. I knew the time would come when I would be done with it. You can't help those who lead. They'll follow no ones' road but there own. Judge me not cause don't know how much ambition I truly got. My fake friend you will not make your failings my own. For each man women child breaks free of such tyranny. This is to you my fake friend. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 194 Falling Out

When my house of cards for falls. when i think I've lost it all. she comes dancing so pretty down the street. And i think that's a girl i would like to meet. so full of energy. But do i got it, as she does pure confidence. knowing when and where your going. rising above it all. Save me, oh baby just save me. when my house of cards falls and i think i lost it all. i see her fighting off two men. protecting her children. oh how i want that, anything to know true love. I'm just so numb, i think i forgot to have fun. i just melt beneath the sun. Just save me, oh baby just save me. when my house of cards falls and i think i lost it all. i see her running out of a house on fire with her children. and then i know what loss truly is. So i must keep my faith. Even with all thats wrong something got to go right. Save me, oh baby just save me. when my house of cards falls and i think i've lost it all. i look back and remember what i once had. and its nothing compared to some so dumb. A moment that should just be cherished. A sequel to the prequel. with a kiss goodbye i say save me oh baby just save me. mmmhmmm. yeah save me, oh baby just save me. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 195 Fatally Flawed

Ive become fatally flawed. Like the writing on the prison wall. Forever suppose to walk in failure chin up, and smiling. I feel like dying. I've become so fatally flawed. I feel like its just beneath the skin. An abomination. Please someone i need some intervention. Because I've become so fatally flawed. Every bodies going to the ball. But you just not invited. Like you got a contagious cancer. Its never an easy answer. But I've become flawed. In a depression that continuously spinning. Is this life really worth living. Just make it all go away. I want to feel everything's okay. Because Ive become fatally flawed. My souls dead but my body still moves. Ive become fatally flawed. I'm already dead to you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 196 Fear No, Respect Yes.

Fear no, respect yes. For no one has the power over death. For no one has the power change it all. Even if you answer a million phone calls. So to ignoring it is not to explore, the unknown wilderness we both live in. Even though it seems tedious and monotonous Greatness can found in the mediocrity of all opinions and beliefs. I'm tugging my boat along like a little chief. I only hope I can bring some relief. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 197 Feeling Like A Crippled With No Wings

Crippled and no wings, acid in the eye oh how it stings. How much did you bring. I'll tell you right now it will never be enough. To break through shell in which is someone's hell. The skin is tough, rough almost irritable. I want to stand but can't, I want to see but I m so blind, I want to hear but you screams are so silent, crippled and no wings. The demons encircle me, they point and laugh, pick and prod, hey say the fisherman's son look what we caught I think its a cod, look at it flop, so helpless breathless. To hell with ya and you deformed view of what I am. Don't you know it ain't nice to melt the ice before their ready for their drink, do you even use that head and think. Comformity, fitting in amongst those not welcome. A criminal by tributes and scars. Just cause you say you are. Never can you remove the gun from under you pillow. Always looking towards the shadows. I'm just another crippled with no wings. Still don't treat me any differently, common courtesy, common respect, I m not a reject, I know exactly what is being said, I have had enough of it. Ill show you rabid dog, watch out for that bite. It can be nasty. Crippled and no wings, oh the anger it brings. To hell with what you think. Your just mad cause I wasn't the loser you were use too. You like to be told what to do. Well here's one f*ck you. What do you think I was doing their. Making cookies for the boy scouts. Ugly are my eyes. When I how I wasted my time on someone who didn't really want me. You faker, you disease, you brought me knees, then stepped on me. Now I m crippled with no wings, but no longer that foolish to fall for such tricks again. So come on lets see what you got, bet you have no luck. Cause you just ain't that hot. It was about more than that. You broke a contract. I hope you go to hell an rot. For creating the crippled with no wings. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 198 Finding My Love

I just told two publisher to find what I've been looking for A poem the past A poem so quaint Won a contest Published in a book Lost in a fire Her name I wrote hell hath fallen In their lies the key to my soul Written so long ago Memories i will show For behold its my gold As pretty at the age of 16 it gleems Liking a shinning star It's all I want Like a secret love She was I say just because John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 199 Finding The Good

I was once told take the good out of every situation. But where is that? The wind has blown the grass flat. The glass was broken. So it cant be half full any more. When I'm sober, I see the tears poor. I walked out the door, never to turn back. I was once told take the good out of every situation. Just where is that? Its like some hidden contract. Where do I sign? Read it. Oh never mined. I get on a train to nowhere, anywhere but here. To hell with the white tailed dear. It will snow then it will go like they always do. I was once told take the good out every situation. Just where is that? Tell me where is it? I must have missed it by miles. Maybe I lost in a file. I feel just like a child. Its all pretend. The white house with the picket fence. All the lies are slowly choking me. Please console me. For my misery hates your company. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 200 Finding The Right One(Revised In Line Form)

One more day, till this comes to an end. Another gamble, but this time it has changed things. A lovely paradise is mine. In those scarlet eyes, try to fight it try to deny it. I say regardless of the ill forgotten memories this is the life for me. No more traveling the distance. No need, right here is where I should be. The animal is alive in me. It claws at me to be free. Sinking your teeth into every inch of my skin. This was what I really wanted. Its no where near as complicated. Simple matters, desire, lust, love, romance. Work it until we have nothing left. Multiple chances, multiple summer dances, multiple dirty glances. Now I know. Good is in the heart, that's not so easy, sometimes that can be so slutty when its the first night even if its under candle light. Those kind of relationships make me sick. You need to earn it, work to it, you would know this, if you weren't with the nobodies. So don't ever tell me your serious if your so god damn easy. You were broken, my soul has been re-awoken. I'm on fire tonight. Dreams so silent, cant circumvent what a word meant. consciences are plenty, but not tonight or tomorrow. Everything has been put on the table. It's not another fable. Another fake label. Not more deceit behind a voice and a photograph. Let us laugh, let us smile, let us swim down the entire Nile. Hold on to this moment for just a little longer. Overwhelmingly happy. In the middle of hardships. Insects in a cruel world. They always trying to bring us down. But I found you lifted me higher off the ground. Then the last two weeks I've been around. Dead is that sound. As is everything else about it. And there you have it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 201 Fine

A lovers quarrel Death by a shotgun barrel With a cleaning solution the instruments are made sterile. A hairy situation. Like a plastic surgeon. Rewriting the expression. In both the date and time. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. Changing my identity Becoming that man I never use to be With all niceties, and pleasantries wrapped in a little bow tie. I don't even know how I survived. Some thought I would have committed suicide. But my drive just wouldn't let me. Well, Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. A murders escape. A mind debates. With shouts of hate. How can you? Just how can you? Emotional distress. In all this I digest the worthiness Worthless I've been called. Well, Now its fine www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 202 Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. I can still hear you every night I dream. No sound sleep, not for me. The way you made it seem. My fault, the living breathing scapegoat Is it not real enough? Well, Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.

Now I stand upon the darkness Ready to leap in. All for you my friend. Even though my wounds have yet to mend. It matters not in the end. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas. Now its fine Now its fine. Fine as fine can be. I no longer need you and you no longer need me. Can you hear the anger scream. Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 203 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 204 Follow Me Girl

Hey girl, follow me. Listen as I sing. Of such horrible things. Yes it's real. I wish it wasn't. Love has died to some. Hate the dumb just because you believe to be of lesser beings. I'm here to tell you they are not. Just give them a shot. Let them be strong. Let them breath air. The world bows to you. Why do you got to be so cruel? Say looky here this is what I got and do you not. Cause you just don't have what it takes. Generations lead in men of greed. With hypnotic words they deceive. I don't need any of you. I just want her, shes my baby girl. With her hair it twirls, Down to the ground and up back again. To a rhythm and a beat. Were are going take the world by its feet. To somewhere neat. All the peace upon me. Let all the love ring as loud as it can. I don't care all your demands. I was never part of the plan. So here I make my stand. Strong with you right next to me. And I will die for you, defending what you and I believe in. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 205 For Sale On The Corner Of 1st And 3rd

The demons you say. They made you do it again. Prostitution the only life you ever known. Will you ever let it go. Who told you that's all you were ever good at. Tear up the contracts. Come with me. Leave place make it a forgotten race. Live the simpler life. An increased self of steam. Less risk disease. By no means am i asking you to be nun. Because every girl needs a little fun. But don't sell it, or bank on it to save your life. The body was never designed to be so used. Take it slow, look around. Guess what you found, sanctuary. Inner peace. So damn proud with yourself. All you have to is get away. Soon you will realize you missed love. An emotion that cant be conquered by the greatest of men. Just think of the battle for troy. Ships ahoy. Please don't go back. Its time to act. Am I'm getting through to you? Or is it so far out of my reach. Blame anyone you want. But be damned if ill feel sorry for you. For its something only you must choose. A life of substance not abuse. Like a recluse i must watch in despair. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 206 For You And Your Children

My heart beats. Even as I feel so stuck. In a goop I walked right through. I don't know why Maybe it was to get to the other side. Maybe it was to still try. Maybe it was to see if I can touch the sky. It feel so close. Yet I'm still not there. The heavenly ghost. It is hope. It is desire. It is to aspire to a higher calling before the falling. Empires so murky and grey. I feel I have become just another prey. The predator is closing in. So I must reach. When necessity comes you can't just deny it. The gut feeling that everything that was earned with hard work gone. Another dawn will come. But not as I have known it. Something great lost forever. A million people speaking of their lost lover. But what if the ability to love dies? What if the soul wilts away to nothing? A void A emptiness A lust that replaces, and compensates for it. Ash to Ash Blow on the rust and watch it turn to dust. With something new is shown. Scary is the unknown. Especially when it could be so horrible. With a repentance, forgiveness and respect I pray. Not just for me, but for you and your children. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 207 Forevermore A Child

When something is done so wrong. Forevermore a child. Age only on the outside. Mentally forever young. Needing to be taken care of everyday She doesn't understand the adults. She just plays with her toys. Their the only thing left in her world. A sickness created by evil. A kind most don't want believe exists. Out of sight, out of mind. Locked away in prisons. What will happen to this little girl? Will it be a mental institution. Will it be a nursing home. Now property of the state. Innocence in the heart she defines. Even if she will be forever blind. Not by her eyes, but in her head. Some would say that a child that bared such trauma and abuse. Are no longer of any use. But she is not dead. She lives on, not knowing of what the world has really become. But of a make believe tea party in which she celebrates forevermore as a child. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 208 Forget Everything You Thought You Knew

Forget everything you thought you knew. Forget it all. Wipe it clean. An absent mind till the end of time. No more pain, let it fade. Today is not yesterday. Forget everything you thought you knew. Forget it all. Memories erased. Scars healed. Such a sad face. Smile and turn it all around. Such a sweet sound. The heart racing. Forget everything you thought you knew. Forget it all. Tear down that wall. Make it crumble. Make it fall. Be careful not to stumble. When all is lost something new can always be found. Don't be scared for you will not drowned. Forget everything you thought you knew. Forget it all. Start moving forward. Faster and faster. Marching upon the sands of time. Your life defined by your every movement, your words spoken. So symbolic. Meanings behind meanings. Metaphorically speaking. This is the way, please enjoy your stay. Forget everything you thought you knew. Forget all. Passing by with a disguise. A change for the better. Here my unwritten letter. Crumbled and flying into the sky. Don't ask why Just Forget everything you thought you knew. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 209 Forgiveness Prayer

A name, A image, A power, Unbeknownst to a simple man like me. A idol, A leader, A teacher, Unbeknownst to a simple man like me With no faith comes no love. In the shadows I live Only god can forgive For everything that I was In your name The Lord, Jesus Christ amen. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 210 forgotten love

Emotion running so high I'm gonna kiss the sky here we are turning the pages of time a constant stunning of the mind an awe to the uninspired a soul rewired time to take chances time for glances love if looking likes be true you got no clue how thrilled I'm am to see you even if only a picture so still it feels so real a touch kindness has turned my heart to dust I've been in this rusted cage for to long i thought all my love was gone But i still protect project a varying of mass proportions insane is this thriving train running down the rails never stopping to exhale no safety net no chances to bail a turning of a wheel forcing the demon to make a deal it poker I got royal flush this hasn't been rushed i have had the patients so shush this is my pair of turtle doves this is my rose petals on the bed this is my the unspoken of the unbroken we survived we are doing just fine we are making dreams come true we are painting a canvas so blue we are building a foundation forever in a moment never again will we be so lonely apples so fresh and delicious a craven will be fulfilled red is the dress worn tonight as the we make an end to the lights sounds of glory its the happily ever after story no mystery to it if we go through with it we know where it will go no going back so you know a tingling sensation in the toes as the heart explodes we travel our roads we guide ourselves through the divide but we will end up hear again www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 211 its the fatal attraction it has driven me to the edge of my seat oh the possibilities diverse as our worlds might be i still you as you and you see me as me John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 212 Forsaken King

I'm back with a bang. Trying to tell my story in all its glory. A Forsaken king sits on his throne waiting for the right moment. Creating my own luster, appealing eyes watch as I bring you awe. A life without purpose is a wasted life. As such let me dine on mine. Lets drink the blood of the divine.For today is surely a day to celebrate. I will and must cause i have quelled a great great lust of desperation. The stars have aligned just right this time. They are on my side like an army with power beyond human comprehension. The only way is up when you hit bottom. And I'm climbing the stairs. I don't know what lies on the other side of those pearly white gates. but i already have the key. so its just a race to the top. so just come on lets see what you got. I'm back with a bang. Trying to tell my story in all its glory. I'm the man with plan. Its already been settled like all grievances should. Bought and owned. Here I come speeding off again. Its Craps Shoot and I just rolled a seven again. And I must pause take a drag of my cigarette enjoy the moment. For I've never known something so absolutely fabulous. The endorphins have filled. bang boom bang. just try and stop me now oh now John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 213 Fortune Teller

Oh can you hear me my crystal ball Will you show me good fortunes for all Summer is turning into fall The leaves will soon be red yellow and orange Another cycle of life and death As one season passes and another is born I have heard that from the coming storm chaos will reign Please say it just isn't so I just need a little more time With god as my witness watch as I try to change the hearts and minds of everyone An mathematical impossibility of the personalty and psychology But still it is my gift to the world as a desperate measure I'm writing another heart felt letter As if only little old me will be heard A warning with consequences unbelievable The writing on the wall that the greatest economist have made. The numbers do add up Another coming depression in succession It will dwarf the first Can we say the Germany during the time when Hitler was coming to power The collapse of a currency that suppose be so great That it is accepted across the whole world Just printing some more This is a very distorting Each masquerade for the next of event How long can we circumvent the truth? Before the demons get loose A woman holding her child by the night fire Child screams from starvation but still their is nothing the mother can do Shelter the weak, oh shelter the weak But it doesn't matter in a existence looking more and more bleak John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 214 Fresh Ideas.

How about this a schooling program for the those collecting unemployment through the internet or at a place such as csiu as a requirement of collecting it. How about this a plan to get those not employed, employed. Jobs, Jobs, Jobs. A kick start to an engine that has stalled. Why are we still not fixing this? Are you telling me that no one has a solution? No ideas, that benefit everyone. I say to you the American, throw them out their. Speak up for we need to not only be heard. But we also need fresh ideas. From those who are always quite. Every opinion counts and everyone needs to be heard. If not then we need to ask, for you to think. Out of the box, and in to the grassy plains. Each blade of grass blowing its own way. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 215 From the West to Somewhere in the East.

Just remember your corruption is worse then are's. I don't blame you feeling so left out. If you have voice you must speak it, and speak it in volumes to be actually heard. It's a hit or a miss kind of thing. Sometimes reaching is not of the clouds but of the ground. Feel that dirt, squeeze it in your hand and remember your still here. And just maybe it won't disappear. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 216 Full Circle

Breaking out the drinks As the heart sinks Beneath the ocean Over the highest peak Speaking Greek Never complete Always in pieces Fragments of the imagination A souls abomination Drawing the constellations With blood so red I should be dead Or at least try and use my head Common sense comes so slow Running out of time Losing my mind Nothing will happen the way it is suppose to be Their is no such thing as a destiny There's only the here and now No getting lost in the clouds No alternate reality No damn fantasy Stop all your dreaming Start using your eyes and start seeing Believing in a higher power Don't wait till your last dieing hour Things can get very sour Even angels can devour Eat it all up Spoon and fork in hand Welcome to the damned I should have ran But that was never my plan I tried so hard Only to fall so far A deep hole to the bottomless abyss Are you ready to give it a kiss Suck it all in Keep in control Duck and then just go Faster and faster It's my unending disaster The sky is falling The sun is exploding Bones are breaking Animals are dieing Children are crying All with the simplest of writings cryptic runes with cryptic meanings So demeaning So deceiving The lies are my foundation www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 217 If only to bridge the worlds so far apart Evil is cupid with his hypnotizing darts How they smart Tear me down without a single sound I was of the lost But now I have been found As I hit the ground I went all the way around A complete and full circle Hope I can keep going Without really knowing John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 218 Getting Past Face Values

Getting past face values. Divulge your secrets stars. We have collided with mars. Just once more. Let me open up from inside out. The old photograph reappears. Rehabilitation nears. Can I do it? Make it or break it. The lake is filled full again. So crystal blue. If only I can fit into these shoes. You have no clue what I'm going through. Get past the face values. Divulge your secrets stars. We have collided with mars. Do I measure up to par. Wishing to angels in the dark. Skeletons come upon me and I say go away. This time I finally fix my mistakes with a rake. I'm dragging the pieces back in. Its another puzzle. Can I make them fit. Pleasantries gone amiss. They turn into a vipers kiss. I just cant help it. What good have I done to deserve this. Getting past face values. Divulge your secrets stars. We have collided with mars. I have opened a new door. Where does it lead? The beautiful let down. Just lost waiting to be found. Turn around. Here it comes. You have been summoned for a higher cause. Bow down and meditate. Concentrate before its to late. Planning it out as if you already know. Adapt to the enviroment. Some situations need such delicacy. Dont step on to many toes. The giants have fallen so its time to go. Getting past face values. Devulge your secrets stars. We have collided with mars. Now I shall disembark and leave an everlasting mark.

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 219 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 220 Going

Breaking it all down. Just look around. A life so quaint. A blotch of paint here and there. Painting a portrait out of thin air. Oh where did you come from? Where are you going? Without ever really knowing. Is this really how its gonna be. So hard to see. The glassed fogged by a change in temperature. Heat rising and falling. Emotions forever turning. Were just churning the same sickness over and over again. Oh where did you come from? Where are you going? Without ever really knowing. Walking among the shadows. A pact with devils. Toss everything aside. Take another, take a better ride. Follow the motion of the oceans tides. Eventually the chaos will subside. Then again I will ask, oh where did you come from? Where are you going? Without ever really knowing. Look at that. It has start snowing. Water crystallized and compromised. Green skies. A bitter wind grabs the skin. Being ripped within. I can already see the end. Every move that can and will be made. We are destinies slave. Oh so brave. But in a jaded sense. How can it benifit me. What a diease. Another sneeze from a life deformity. Oh where did you come from? Where are you going? Without ever really knowing. Without ever really knowing. Going, going forever going. Do you have a map? Are you bound to a contract? Is there something you lack? Just what is it that got you moving in zig zag. Are you crossing the alps too just to get to other side. Is it another promise land in which we must all make our stand? Is it, is it, is it? www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 221 Oh where did you come from? Where are you going? Without ever really knowing. Without ever really knowing. Going, I am going, going, gone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 222 Going Somewhere

I'm going blow you away. To all those who the think this is just another play, all I have to say is shut up or go away. I've been crawling. I've been slowly marching to a tune that keeps getting faster. I have created my share of disasters. So come on baby show me what you got. Who are the have and have nots. Just another spot on a page worn by age. Just crumble it up and throw it away. And lets just start over. A new beginning, the beginning. A unknown future i hold in my hands. And let me tell you i have plans. Whispers and suggestions hold all the power. And today its mine, all mine. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 223 Going To Sleep

Going to bed Resting my head To wake up once more to do something truly adore In this world I shall be one who explores Finding I do not know what But I must write it Tell the story of the here and now Be proud of who I am With name and a brand Becoming my own man Thank you all who been listening John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 224 Great White Hope

Putting myself back in the game. for its time for change. Love in my heart is dead. and i need to feel it again. i need to know i have a friend under the shadow in which i walk. For I'm walking the walk of broken dreams. cut and torn up, but know something great is coming. or maybe that's the great white hope i believe in. well wishing is here, throw your coin in. Oh tell me what you wished for? was it for a cure, was it for the perfect happiness, was it for the end of all wars? oh just what was it for, mine was for love. some search their entire lives and never find it. i already had and lost it in one feel swoop. Its gone forever part past. A mistake, that still causes my heart to constantly ache. I'm a dreamer, I'm a redeemer, i will reclaim it even if not the same. No such thing as second chances. and for this I've never gave it a second. goodby is forever. i broke her heart now shes gone. she broke mine and now I'm gone. two separate roads that weave and turn but i don't expect well run into each other. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 225 Growing From The Seed

But whom is to say how that seed will grow? A change with the bitterness and cold of times covered in snow. Who are we to judge how someone will be. Its not already chosen. Not even with the best intentions can fortune tellers always be right. For a prediction a lot of the time are based on intuition. The gut, the instinct baring. The soul glowing with aura that makes you believe one thing. It is as it is. With a closed minds we choose to accept it as the only possibility. But what of the other possibilities. Do they fizzle out because of our bias beliefs because of what we know? Knowledge is food we choose to eat, but do we feed others the same thing? Or do we let them choose for them selves? A spoon forcefully put in someone's mouth. Doesn't mean they will agree with it, or like it. They might just spit it back out. Yuk, your wrong the child says as he regurgitates it as if he is wiser then we are. And in some ways he might be. For he hasn't yet made many decisions, based on influence of others. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 226 Hail Storm

In this hail storm. Why am I always the last man standing. With each pellet I endure. Just make me numb. Just make me invincible. Just make me indestructible. While everyone runs for cover. I say here I am. Take me if you think you can. Bravery and foolishness go hand over hand. But someone must make a stand. If not me then who. Bottoms up. As I drink the last dropp from the cup. Its full courage Its full of hope. Its full of suffering. Its full of ignorance. Lesson yet to be learned. With a voice reaching out for me. Like a cold dead hand. You will know no happiness if you take this road. You will no love if you fly that way my dove. In the end their is no gold. I guess my soul can't be bought or so sold. Growing forever young. Permanently mentally dumb. Wish I would have took that god damn blue pill instead. Then I would be in another forever dream. One where my sense of right and wrong was completely gone. Where I could continuously hear my perfect song. Over and over it repeats. As does every last tragedy. I still can hear the screams of agony. They beckon me. Their calling for blind hero. Am I that man? Am I not that man? In all good questions comes some kind of contradiction. I have this affliction. I need to tare myself apart. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 227 Hate Me

You want to hate me. All I have to say is fine I don't care. It's not my fault no matter how you play it. It was all manipulated. Another fight has been instigated. With feelings of agitation, I want to show the lie you're living in. But I won't cause you can't accept the truth. You an abscess that just wont go away. The pain is here to stay. A message I'm here to relay. You want to hate me. All I have to say is fine I just don't care. It's not my fault no matter how you play it. It was all manipulated. Another fight has been instigated. With feelings of agitation, The signs have been so obvious. Why can't you see? A blind man at least has a cane as he walks down the street. Are you ready for the fall. I'm sorry but I won't pick you back up again. I already have once came to your defence. You want to hate me. All I have to say is fine I just don't care. It's not my fault no matter how you play it. It was all manipulated. Another fight has been instigated. With feelings of agitation,

Why is it so hard to let go? I just want to let the frost grow. Let the distance divide. Never melt this ice off my heart again. Neither of us are what we once were. Does that even bother you? The signs have been so obvious. Why can't you see. A blind man at least has a cane as he walks down the street. Are you ready for the fall. I'm sorry but I won't pick you back up again. I already have once came to your defence. You want to hate me. All I have to say is fine I just don't care. It's not my fault no matter how you play it. It was all manipulated. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 228 Another fight has been instigated. With feelings of agitation, I want to show the lie you're living in. But I won't cause you can't accept the truth. You an abscess that just wont go away. The pain is here to stay. A message I'm here to relay. Okay, Okay, Okay. I will not be sucked in. I'm sorry my friend. But that's just not happening. It's time reverse course. Raise the sail to catch the wind going the other direction. You want to hate me. All I have to say is fine I just don't care. It's not my fault no matter how you play it. It was all manipulated. Another fight has been instigated. With feelings of agitation, So please by all means. Do whatever you can do to bring the pain. It will not even leave a stain. No scars upon my stars. They're as they were. They're as they are. You want to hate me. All I have to say is fine I just don't care. It's not my fault no matter how you play it. It was all manipulated. Another fight has been instigated. With feelings of agitation, The words are final. Written and carved into this granite stone. I'll still remember when your gone. All I see now is another rising dawn. With cries and smiles setting the landscapes colours. That little black dot is all that is left of what was once of you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 229 Have A Drink

A swig from the bottle. Just swallow. Get everything spinning. Such good times we are living. A abrasion the skin. A burning sensation. Make a living just to give it away. Day by day. Ignore the rage. Just jump on stage. tell your story. hammer the notes down. Tap and pound the drums into the ground. No need to worry. A swig from the bottle. Just swallow. Get everything spinning. Such good times we are living. Remembering the forgotten. Trying to bury the dead and rotten. Make their souls disappear. Fear upon fear. Ignore the rage. Just jump on stage. Tell your story. Hammer the notes down. Tap and pound the drums into the ground. No need to worry. A swig from the bottle. Just swallow. Get everything spinning. Such good times we are living. Party till the end of dawn. Party till your dead gone. Enjoy the poison. Season after season. Ignore the rage. Just jump on stage. Tell your story. Hammer those notes down. Tap and pound the drums into the ground. No need to worry. No need to worry. A swig from the bottle and just swallow. Just swallow, damn it just swallow.. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 230 Have I made you proud? (Revised And Final) ~Story about my real sister

My older sister Smart she was She excelled where I failed English was her very great love. Always correcting my mistakes When she lived among us. She ending up leaving in handcuffs Being a runaway because you don't care for your family. Adopted by an Aunt Named Cruelia Every time I saw her my face turned to a pale yellow. Never allowing a kid to be a kid. Stealing the money my sister made Making her both a slave in heart and the mined. Upon 18 she was free. She dropped out of high school Just to get away. An evil charade It was over. She told me at one time that she would go back and get her g.e.d. if I did mine. I'm here to tell you my older sister I got it, now where's yours. You think I got talent I pale in comparison to her. Always grammatically correct Every word written so perfect. She makes some authors look like chumps. But she gave up. Living by other mens proceeds. Is the way it is now With two children you have I have to ask you my older sister Have I made you proud?

We don't talk no more You slept with my best friend His name being Arrogance You left in a family dispute With a dog I could never call my own With cats set free Good luck to them so it be Bills unpaid Debt enslaved False claims too blame Anyone but yourself Come with me you said, I'll give you a place with my friend Well how did that work out in the end A built in babysitter Your ex-husband trained you well I'm sorry my sister but that is not my hell We were a pair www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 231 Who worked out of pure despair Watch the kids, and cut down the trees For a living must be made, even in happiest parade I thank you for everything But don't expect me to call on you For if I'm in trouble I'll face it alone Rather then being a slave to the unknown. A sister who knows no love With this shelter you offered from above An unorganized mess I'm making progress Slowly conforming to what this society desires from me So again Have I made you proud? You speak of my job as if wasn't one at all You try to get your boyfriend in by betraying and robbing me I do have dignity. I'll turn away But remember I still love you Even with indifference that surrounds me My last thought will of you and others Tear drops fall when think of all you have done And what you become So again Have I made you proud? You are jealous And I don't know even why With so many questions I look to the sky My relationship with my mother You want it But how can I give somebody else that? If I could if I would But it just not the way of things We have our fights just like everybody else I think your being a little selfish But still I ask Have I made you proud? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 232 He Marches On

Focus now. Focus now. Where are we going. So lost again. Each idea sits one by one. Which is right. Which is wrong. Especially with a head so gone. Drained and dry. Then again the source comes alive. These' a cop and there's a bribe. Shake hands when the dirty deal is done. How can you do that? Property still intact. Torn up and converted. An invisible object that has no meaning. An broken agreement. A pack with a devil. And he marches on. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 233 He Will Never Leave Me Alone

Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. This is my home Every night Every day So just walk the other way I will not welcome you in with open arms Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. You have lied to me yet again I tell you right now, I just don't want hear it anymore So sick of it, and you. I will no longer be used. I don't care what you do. Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. Spread your rumors Tell them with the thickness of all your fairy tales My girl friend broke up with me because of them. So what else can you do man. Humiliation just goes so far. Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. You dead and gone to me. All you did out of jealousy. Why because I don't have to lie to her. Why because I don't have to cheat. A breach of integrity Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 234 I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. A fault not being my own I claim nothing of it Its all in your hands now You wanted it, well I told her everything Dirty secrets, exposed like another hoe Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. I will have no pity, no mercy How dare you bring it here. Like I ever considered you friend I only came to your defense Because of an unavoidable pretense Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. Better to learn quick Cause there will be no seconds I do not shelter your kind Not after everything that has been said and done You won, so just leave me alone. Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. God damn't I just can't away from you. You give chase where ever I go. What do you have left to prove It was your choice, you got to choose And now you blame me I'm sorry but that just another impossibility Flying higher and higher Trying to tear down my sails But let me tell you, you will fail. With everything I have I'm still holding on I'm not scared, but I just don't know if I'm that strong. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 235 Heart Of Gold

When it is a heart of gold. In this story happiness unfolds. A gift has been given. The wise man says just take it. Just take it. Don't ask why. For it could go back up to the sky. In a world where darkness comes up with the sunrise. We have all made a compromise to survive. Living a lie, with a single tear dropp in our eyes. It turns in to many. A plenty. Where we have surrendered up our greatest beliefs. A sacrifice of the soul. We are all losing control. When it is a heart of gold. In this story happiness unfolds. A gift has been given. The wise man says just take it. Just take it. Don't ask why. For it could go back up to the sky. I never thought anybody could bring me back from the edge. My spirit is going to soar. I'm looking for the double edge sword. Expecting to die by it with a roar. I thought I would have angered the beast who dwells in the fires. But he never appears. Instead suddenly all I see is good tidings. It is the horse I want to be riding.

When it is a heart of gold. In this story happiness unfolds. A gift has been given. The wise man says just take it. Just take it. Don't ask why. For it could go back up to the sky. Who are you? Why are you helping me? Where does all this love towards fellow man come from? I'm a friend. I do this because I can. It's not easy to understand, when they are no demands. An angel has whispered upon my ear again. Speaking of the knight in white armour. Saying when he comes. All pure souls will be undone, released and gone. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 236 When it is a heart of gold. In this story happiness unfolds. A gift has been given. The wise man says just take it. Just take it. Don't ask why. For it could go back up to the sky. When it is a heart of gold. In this story happiness unfolds. A gift has been given. The wise man says just take it. Just take it. Don't ask why. For it could go back up to the sky. When it is a heart of gold. In this story happiness unfolds. A gift has been given. The wise man says just take it. Just take it. Don't ask why. For it could go back up to the sky. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 237 Hello Again

Hello again, my dear bestest friend. Oh where oh where do I begin. We are living in a time of pretenders. Wanna be defenders. Players and instigators. Haters and complainers. Just to fit in. Hello again my dearest friend. Oh where oh where do begin. Being so forthright in such hard times. Is where I find my clarity and deveristy. Yes I'm fine. I just got a lot on my mind. I'm facing a great adversary. Give me another bloody marry. So much manipulation of such a tiny constellation. Its my world please don't. Its my world please you shouldn't. You'll ruin it all. Hello again my dearest friend. Where oh where do I begin. So many fond memories that lead to strange eventualities. Surprise surprise. The sky has been compromised. By a blood red sun rise. Oh how it hurts the eyes. Images of suicide. It swallows the whole divide. A loss of so much pride. As a little of you dies inside. Hello hello my dearest friend.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 238 Her Open Relationship

You sleep with her. She sleeps with him. Together you live. With a child bared. Fight about what each other did. Only to make it up at night. You won't even take care of your own kid. Not a single once of trust left alone with him. Yet she doesn't care. She works and sends the kid to family. Thinking your crazy. I know something she does not. Another lie. You never worked a day in you life. Yet she doesn't care. You blame it on a criminal record. Yet she doesn't care. Like a mother she needs someone to take care of. You do drugs, and steal her savings for the child to pay for it. Her revenge is humiliation of it in public. Bare no false witness some would say. Still together as you always were Still together as you always will be. No matter what she still loves you. This is her open relationship. I know this personally, for I told her the truth and she hated me for it. I pulled her wool off her eyes as he was trying to get with three girls at the same time. Still she doesn't care. One was at my house waiting for him. Such is the power of love so blind. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 239 Her Portrait

Im painting another portrait. Look at her just look at her. Shes what you made. How do you justify it. Well let me be her angel of darkness. Let me take away all her pain and absorb it into me. I'm a sinner and saint. Im the equilibrium that holds every thing together. I watched many suffer. That when they are the strongest they are ever gonna be. I'm painting another portrait. Look at her just look at her. Shes everything you are not. Are you feeling jealous of what shes got. The ability to heal. The ability shield those under her. Let me be her angel of darkness. Let me take away all her pain and absorb it into me. Let me make her sane. Children are lost as love fades. Revenge leaves so many scars. Families torn apart for justification. Just make it okay. Just make it okay and make it go away. I'm painting another portrait. Just look at her. Just look at her. Such pretty eyes in which evil hides. Pictures of slaughter. It was her three year old daughter. Let me be her angel of darkness. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 240 Her Sparkling Eyes

Fire light sparkles over her eyes. So many questions. So much uncertainty with every wound made I bleed more. Please heal me. Remove that which is sickly and weak. Be my savior cause only you truly can. Prayers be with us all. I'm a man just trying survive in very desperate times. Fire light sparkles in her eyes. Words of conviction with a resolution. For I need a conclusion. No more illusions. Disembodied with a spell. A pure soul at the finest moment. All I want is to touch it, breath it, be part of it. From the anguish of misery, to the glee from every ounce of happiness. Fire light sparkle over her eyes. I watch from a safe distance. In an aspect unknown to most. Help without any credence. But still its not enough. This is absolutely torturous. I can't change minds no more then the tides. I just can't take it anymore. Its crippling. Firelight sparkle over her eyes. Its a friend, its jealousy, its a crush all rolled into one. Its rejection, its ignorance, it all the pain rolled into one. Hello and goodbye with tears running down my cheek. And still I can't deny her a friend. Please let this chaos end. For my soul needs a chance to mend. Because right now I am nothing but emptiness. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 241 Here to Share

Exhale in a eureka. I got it this time Hmm, hmm, what to say in this dismay, as a cascade of words come spinning to me? Climb up only to fall down the tree. Why in all the human needs do we desire attention? Somethings I rather not mention. I think I'm reinventing this, words that shouldn't exist, or come to me with an awe struck fatality. Hey look their is someone who died. What are we to surmise? He was battling the skies He was conquering the heavens with simple words. Not those of the absurd. Some people just don't get it. Talk to teach, not preach. Don't demand understanding. As if your better then others. It's about relating the people. What are they going through in their lives. You have to be as one of the people. Marching up in a deep voice. Say hey pay attention, I'm right their with you. In moment so cold, I'm here to tell you are not alone. I suffer. I endure. I overcome. With these words let this be done. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 242 heres to you

here's to you here's to you here's to what you do here's to what you shall never put me through here it comes are you ready are your hands steady can you look my way without looking to the ground feelings of pity we have them both but i can overcome it like all the others you'll never be anything more to me there's no sincerity in the games you guys play mean what you say or don't say it your not a player i won't be another fools hero id rather be a zero then be a slave to the wisp of a women scorn ill shed only tears for whats real not a suggestion of that's which is no longer a temptation crazy life is with the occasional twist it like one those misshaped mirrors your fat your skinny anything but you really wanted to be but this is okay because this day has ended with a bang a new one shall begin so here to you here's to you here's to you and what you shall put me through a cheers to something already long gone never question whether i was wrong John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 243 Hesitation

I say again pick you poison. Either lose her or her. The fork in the road is so uneven. Filled full of so many disguises. Why can't I see this through. A beautiful let down is over due. Oh so which Cinderella fits this shoe. Why can't they both be true. A lie sits in my heart. I don't know where it leads. Or how to even to try to proceed. I heard of the saying theirs plenty of fish in the sea. But how do you pick one over another when their both great lovers. Matches made in heaven. And then the clock strikes eleven. And unlike in the fairy tales. I don't got another hour. Anytime now I'll lose them both. For I can't be two poeple at the same place. Such is a dishearten chase where the stakes were so high. At the end sits the prize. Not a double cheat. Not full of deceit but instead uncertainty. A now I must make a phone call and choose. I'm sorry but someone has to always lose. If not me then its you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 244 Hey, Hey, When My Golden Bird Fails

When my golden bird fails. Hail oh hail. The storms coming in. Tear down the sail. There so frail. Dreams turn into dust before your eyes. You must compromise. Between heaven and hell. Listen I think I hear church bells. But hey hey. When my golden bird fails. There will be more deals. Still I will prevail. The thoughts in my head have gotten stale. I think I need to steal. Oh the adrenaline I feel. I'm on my knees. I stand then kneel. As if there might be something of a higher power out there. But I shall not compare. I wear soul on the outside never looking in. But hey hey. When my golden bird fails. I shall exhale. I shall come out of my shell. Show you my power. It's my dying hour. But my mind has goes sour. Tweak it a little. Take another pill. So you don't lye awake for goodness sake.

All when my golden bird fails. All all all when but hey hey when my golden bird fails. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 245 Hole in The Ground

When you and I are homeless and on the streets you'll know why. Thank you fat cat's dressed in such fancy suits for showing us what real suffering is like. Can we have some more? How about a kick on the way out the door? Wow I implore your greedy effort to humiliate and destroy. Tell others you were the forecasters of our doom. When in all truths of the matters. You created the gloom. Cast a shadow over everything. Made it our faults for not listening to you. When in truth we had no choice in the current fiscal situation. What a revelation. To blame the ones who work that they don't spend enough. Then take their jobs and homes. How do you sleep at night. How much comfort does that much greed really bring. How am I suppose to pay my constantly rising bill for my lights. Oh that's right no need to worry about it with no house. I'll become a rabbit and dig a hole and live in the ground. Come get me when some senses are found. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 246 Hollow Be Thy Poets Name

when they speak of monster that is me in every metaphor as they speak an ugly monster with a beautiful of soul angry ashamed and in love all at the same time knowing not what to do I'm so confused I've have heard the saying 'what do have you lose' But do you how deep I bury this Its kept under lock and key constantly Like one of my deepest darkest secrets If only I could shed this layer skin Then I could be that real man you've always wanted So I go on wanting and forever hurting In my poems converting every feeling into faces and places Everyone is about you in someway Yeah pieces of you lie everywhere Yeah even still I care Hollow be thy poets name John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 247 How Can You Call This A Democracy?

Media black out Were becoming another Russia A communist state in which speech is halted With a government hiding their secrets. A election campaign And the people voting don't even know How can you call this a democracy? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 248 How do I explain?

How do I explain? With words so tactful that remain I'm trying not go insane. Not to insult or blame. Sometimes their is a need for change. I'm sorry that I rearranged Look at what it has became. The colors are still the same. Like a desert flower in the plain. I still hear you complain. How could you do something that disfigure and maims? I promise that is not my game. Intentions misguided not to defame But to rename. Like a title to fame. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 249 How Do We Change?

Dear ladies, and gentlemen. I will not save you or be your business partner. I am a hateful American when it comes to certain issues. I am not a trusting at all. I'm as flawed as the next human being. These letters you keep sending me will not change me. The irony is I would love to be humanitarian. But without the financial backing. It will never happen. I must change things with words. And knowledge that keeps me up at night. Thinking about the next thing I must do. And again you tell me story so sad and it is most likely true. But denied by your government. For what you speak of is not suppose to exist. Unofficial is a word I understand all to well. For politics have a way of making things disappear. Fear is a dangerous thing when it is not in their hands. They use it, but don't want to be a victim of it. Propaganda, by denial is the name I shall give this. It pisses me off, makes me angry that truth is as much a weapon as lies. Where does it end? When do your country men come to defend? Up hold a name so proud. This is who we are. This is what we stand for. We sleep among the streets. We know of no homes. An higher education lacking. A constant hunger for food we don't have. Crime and violence rampant. Corruption shoveled up and thrown in your face. Knowing of no escape. How do we change? This is a question I ask all. For the answer are not simple. They never are. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 250 How I Ended This

I'm free of your disease. I can say what i please. Infetagio in the heart. Agony. Misery is my symphony. The music sounds so sweet. It lures you right in. Time has come to an end. No more fictitious lies. No more carving into my eyes. The blood rises. Through the body. The head is ready to implode. Or collapse with in. A life built on sin. Evil is my name, pain is my game. Welcome, to my nightmare. There will not be another warning. Stay away. I'm melting the day. With the words i say. Its an unending play. Everybody has a part. Even if its too rip out someones heart. Write on the dotted lines. Say your name with a promise. Its already broken. And the consequences could be dire. But i didn't make it. So i will not break it. I will drift into another rift. Somewhere i can better use my gift. And that's how i ended this.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 251 I Am Man

For if their is a god he should be angry. We waste a precious gift everyday that he gave us. As a boy I'm looking through a window so small. Only hoping I can understand it all. Knowing not of certainty, but of uncertainty. With do diligence I absorb it to understand for I am man. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 252 I Am The Man of Behind The Mask

I am the man behind the mask As only I can understand One day I shall show you But today this is something I can not do Not because I don't want to But because the time is not right For the world is not ready for me As I am, Who I am, Why I am Thousand of questions and the answers come only so slowly Another servant of the lowly With I tell you with utmost confidence That what I say only hold relevance to the here and now So please don't throw in the towel To give up, To give in, To something you know nothing of I am but mere messenger to some A man shrouded behind words that are not written so well A pretense for facing hell I am the man behind the mask John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 253 I Just Hit Ignore

You want to talk now? Well that's now over Time went and gone And you were hating all along How did that ride turn out? Well I got off soon as I could No way of reaching me now. Hope your proud Here have the key to my heart You can keep it I don't need it Not where I'm going I'm just so sorry but I'm not slowing I've seen everything you were showing Quite offensive Quite tempting But where was the passion? The love has been lost in your pretty eyes. Hey I'm just being another one of the guys You know the one of those that wakes at sunrise To kiss you goodbye Yeah it's the forever kind thing And the phone rings I just hit ignore I'm just so sorry girl Not if you were the last women in the world Not even for the very last pearl Star studded, and dressed up with no where to go Well darling I'm going to the ball and it's not with you Even after everything we've been through Hated every moment of it I want to answer the phone if only to say shove it But I just hit ignore I just hit ignore John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 254 I Say Don't Worry I Don't Believe In Suicide And Neither Should You

I say don't worry I don't believe in suicide No matter how much it hurts on the inside From the deepest darkest depression I still have hope from the faceless This is my heart and it so priceless Like obsession I keep getting asked the same question I say I don't worry I don't believe in suicide Never even tried They are enough risks in this life Why ever give up on ones self? No matter many how many times I fail I will keep coming back so strong No their is nothing wrong I say I don't believe in suicide Yes I have cried Who hasn't at a time Does that make me out of my mind? I tell you here and now I'm fine With verses that rhyme I say I don't believe in suicide For to take a life so precious even your own Is just so wrong It shakes me down to very core A sadness forever more The greatest intentions galore I am of this world And I won't just let go Don't you know? I say I don't believe in suicide Still friends unbeknownst to me come out of the wood work They start talking only to realize their is nothing wrong For my soul is still here all as one I live the bad with the good as everyone should Sometimes I feel so alone But we all do Does that make me a man living on the edge? Not by any means Just listen to me as I say I don't believe in suicide John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 255 I Snapped

Like nails on a chalk board Like the rattling of a plastic bag Like a paper being creased repeatedly and then suddenly tared Like a squeaky mouse constantly being squeaked Like toy fire truck with the buttons forever being pushed So irritating So aggravating A cover my ears sensation It turns in to headache And it keep going and going No stop in sight My head is spinning I just can't take it no more. And bam I snapped. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 256 I stand tall

I stand tall. Time to take off. Ready set go. Oh don't you know? This is my show. Mine, mine, mine from the depths of the greed from the supposed truly divine. Corrupt is my conquest. But I still stand tall. Pride comes before my fall. I'm sorry to say i want it all. Everything I can grab or nab. Ambition is its name. It can be a very dirty game. Get ahead over, under any way through even if it means I have to hurt you. Human nature at its best and worse. An objective that will not change. Point your finger and blame. Its always someone elses fault never your own. A repetitious scapegoat with no name. No claim. Just another little dirty stain on society. So I stand tall. Cause im taking it all. I will breach the pearly gates. I will escape the fiery pits. The suffering must end. Its not something I plan to defend. I just want to win. Gambling is all about knowing when to get in and out without any doubt. So I stand tall. I will have it all. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 257 I Swallowed The Darkness

I'm hating myself for all the right reasons. Yet I feel so wrong. I think I've changed the seasons. I think I ve swallowed too much of the darkness. Everything is a haze. I feel as if have been stuck the land of confusion. And its not amusing. They say follow your heart. I've seen where that road leads. And its quite dark and scary. It makes me very weary. I use my head screw my heart. Let it bleed profusely. Let it turn to stone. Let it, let it, just let it alone. I'm hating myself for all the right reasons. Yet i feel so wrong. I think I have changed the seasons. I've stop trying to please. Shes just another tease, and its just not worth the sacrifice. I'm am ice. I have to stop being nice. Every thing comes at a price. Twisted, sicking, invigorating is a temptation such as this. Ignorance is bliss. I wish I was lost in that mist. But being things as they are. I'm just not up to par. Courage is not far. But I'm humble before it. So humble before it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 258 I Tell You Now I'm Not The One Who You Think I Am

Being of the top I never wanted Take it, and be gone satans son For I am not who you want. Of great intellects I'm not I see my self as a hack Because someone says your good This is not what I do Only as a hobby I keep telling you But know one listens. No one ever listens. In time it is something I shall not be missing Let them be the poe's Let them be the blake's Let them be the shakespear's and frost's For I am not them and care nothing for the fame I hate it, as bob dylan hates his fans I tell you now I'm not the one who you think I am I most of all hate the censorship that comes with it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 259 I Will Over Come, With Adversity In Full Swing

I will overcome. With adversity in full swing I will rewrite it all. Including who I am. Destroying the victim Becoming the savior. There is just no victim here Never again. Listen to me a I scream. My lungs are exploding. No more mere whispers. No more falling on deaf ears. Killing every once of doubt. Dedication with greatest sensation. A fabulous celebration. I will overcome. With adversity in full swing I will rewrite it all. Including who I am. Destroying the victim Becoming the savior. There is just no victim here Never again. My soul burns as never before This is my new heaven This is my new hell. And all I want is more. An undying hunger as the clock strikes eleven This is no longer my dirty dusty old shell.

I will overcome. With adversity in full swing I will rewrite it all. Including who I am. Destroying the victim Becoming the savior. There is just no victim here Never again. I'm no longer a man in hiding I am a man now confiding With every secret we go deeper The mountain is now getting steeper So I tie my boot And I ready my rifle to shoot

I will overcome. With adversity in full swing I will rewrite it all. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 260 Including who I am. Destroying the victim Becoming the savior. There is just no victim here Never again. My dreams are in my sights My passage with spiritual rites Bound to nothing and no one Oh the possibilities that have come Everyone looks better then the next. I am attacking another T-Rex. I will overcome. With adversity in full swing I will rewrite it all. Including who I am. Destroying the victim Becoming the savior. There is just no victim here Never again. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 261 Ice Burns

Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing. Maybe that's what I wanted, with the pain you tried to deliver. Sorry but you lost a friend. I warned you from the start. Before we went any farther. Attachments, have to be numbed. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing. But what is it you really think, your feeling. With tears in your eyes you say goodbye. You met the white knight. And now you meet the black knight. I warned you that we shouldn't go that way but you do not listen. I can't be a friend to someone who so easily can rip someones heart out. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing. What is done is done. So I had to walk away. Pretending it was okay. Accepting my own self inflicted wounds. No tears in my eyes, but still it aches. So I have to be cold. This has grown old. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 262 A warning from him but I already new. Be done with you. Another wasted sacrifice. It meant nothing but caused so much pain. Like nails on a chalk board. It drives me insane. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing You cheated and I know. A confrontation we had. He said he didn't do it, but I knew it. He didn't care, and neither did I. I attacked him at my front door. By bringing that women right to my home. That was the last night I ever spent with her. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing. What would you do in my shoes? If she wanted to be suddenly wanted to be just friends right after you heard about him. So be it, I'm done with you. I can't be friends with such a person. Sell you soul girl I don't even care. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing I wouldn't even dare, at a betrayal to myself. You crossed the line. Hope you survive. Upon your families money. Never holding your own. Claiming to be all alone. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 263 Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing. Bring him, and watch him steal everything. You did it already before. The broken door. Hurt me once more. Let me not be that man. Let it end before it begins. Let the ice burn upon my skin. Oh how I need to feel it yet again. Yeah get inside my head. Twist and turn me from the outside in. You don't have to manipulate me baby. I'm more then willing. In the heart you think your stealing. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 264 If I Only Had A Little More Time.

Dear sir, will you read and comment on my poem? I think if I have time to with so many request most of the time I just read poems as a see them on the website. Can we do that instead. Or how how I browse all your poems and pick one that catches my eye? Why can't I choose when I have the time? Its not that I don't like these authors I really do. I would read everyone they wrote given a chance. But my goodness I work 12 hrs out of the day usually. And if not working I'm either helping friend repair his home from the flood, or building another computer from old junk computers, or I'm writing. Can you see how I have a hard time fitting that in always on a constant basis? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 265 If My Poem Upset You, I'm Just So Sorry

If my poem upsets, I'm just so sorry No need to worry Your not speaking anyways And that's okay If my poem upsets, I'm just so sorry Anger begets anger my friend Deny it till the end But were like snakes each with our own venom If my poem upsets I'm just so sorry Here please hand me a tissue So I can wipe the floor with you You have no clue If my poems upset I'm just so sorry I won't impersonate I will speak my version of the truth Let loose If my poems upset I'm just so sorry But you don't have read, or concede Just breath Count to ten and it will be fine again If my poems upset I'm just sorry But don't insult with your self gratification Your better then everyone else To hell with ya If my poems upset I'm just so sorry But what is done, is done You don't even know me Yet you hand your opinions like candy. If my poem upsets you I'm just so sorry But I didn't mention your name You weren't dethroned or defamed Point the finger and blame By all means please do

If my poem upset you I'm just sorry But forgiveness is isn't mine to give www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 266 So its live and let live. Deny me some of that beautiful constructive criticism Still I won't miss it John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 267 If Only To Suspect

If only to suspect that, that hasn't been conquered yet. With feeling discontent the words are mentioned. Like the forgotten invention. The art of prevention. If only to suspect that, that hasn't been reached yet. With a smiling face I'm going to another convention. A man on a mission. With thousands of people who are just not listening. Can you hear me now? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 268 I'll Take It! ! !

How do we get signal with your phone? 'Well sir, you must go outside. Stand on your head. Grab the phone with your foot. Bring it down to your head, and start dialing with your other (foot) s toes.' Oh is that all? And how much do you want for it? '30$' Really why so cheap? 'Well sir so we can sell you malfunctioning products, in mass quantities.' I'll take it and another. No lets double that. Nah, I want a dozen. Oh can you wrap them each in a little pink bow? 'May I ask who you're getting them for? ' My lawyers, so I can sue your ass. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 269 I'm Another Asshole So Thank You

It is true when you're are happy You're are happy. Why should anybody deny you in the pursuit a forever happiness. If you've found it never let go. Cause if you do, you'll be of the one that poem refers to. Another side of the rubix cube in which emotions are the follow through. I'm another asshole so thank you. ~Dedicated to another poem written by another author. ~John Bastian John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 270 I'm Just Another Writer of This World

A lot of you are better then me. Yet they see fit to put ahead of you and i don't even know why As one I am not trying to reach for the sky I'm just trying to get by as we all are. I do not got the talent of a star. I just write what comes from heart. We are not different Yet they divide us apart. As if I can reach people the way you can. I say no man, I can't You know of words I'm only slowly understanding the meanings So why is it, that as I write this I'm the one achieving That's right put the undereducated guy in the front Have him falsely lead this pack. Well that is not my pact. In the face humility I bow before a crowd Knowing only that I must learn As I have to earn money to put food on my table. You take down my book. That one day just maybe will I say how dare you in all affection you've show'd me Still you attack my pride and joy. I'm just another writer of this world. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 271 I'm Just So Sorry But No One Cares About You(Revised In Line Form)

No one cares. I'm just so sorry but no one cares about you. No reason to get upset. Do your own thing as you always do. Let the time fade. Follow the suns escape. Take me somewhere, anywhere but here. Like a ghost I just want to disappear. It removes all fear. Preparing for another sacrifice. Such is life. No one cares. I'm just so sorry, but no one cares about you. Marching to my own rhythm. Lead or follow. Where do you go when the heart becomes so hollow? How do you fill the void? Are you feeling a little paranoid? Trust no one. All because no one cares. I'm just so sorry, but no cares about you. All alone, Naked and full of shame. Who's really to blame? Do you admit the fault as your own? Or do you mention someones name and complain? Are you insane? Completely mad. A mad hatter off his rocker just a little bit. All because no one cares. I'm just so sorry but no one cares about you. Oh about you. It's always about you. No such thing as a selfless act. This is a fact. Nothing for free. This is a favor that can be later be redeemed! ! ! All because no one cares, I'm just so sorry but no one cares about you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 272 I'm Moving On

Today this is to all of you Who knew me and what I went through I'd say how could you. But that is just not me anymore Instead I ask where are you now Are you of the proud Today this is all to you Who knew me and what I went through I'd say why did you watch and do nothing But that is just not in me anymore Instead I rather the door for you for once more I'm here to help Today this is to all of you Who knew me and what I went through I'd how you watch me suffer like no other But that is just not in anymore I'm not here to settle old scores As one might think But instead tell you what I've learned From such a cruel world The weeping willow tree cry as the souls die She sags but yet is still strong I think she has moved on The weeping willow tree cry as the souls die She sags but yet is still strong I think she has moved on Today this is to all of you That knew me and all of what I went through I'd say why did you put my face in the dirt when it hurt the worse But that's just not in me anymore Those wounds have longed heal As all that left is the faded scars Its a constant reminder of who we are. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 273 I'm My Own Prisoner (Revised in Line Form and Viewable)

A demon walks free in my dreams. Is it right he does so? So many answers I shall never know. Always alone in surroundings so compounding. How do I wash my hands clean? They continuously bleed. It's like I have sickle cell anemia, but psychologically. What is my methodology behind it all? If I keep helping reaching out through all the crowds, does it make it easier? What is it and do I control it? Is love that powerful. Can it rule hate? Can anyone relate to the these thoughts I constantly contemplate. An empty soul behind an iron gate. Locked away forever never be set free. It's irony that I'm my own prisoner to protect the most evil and vile from harm. Most can't do what I'm doing they would snap like itty bitty twig. Does that make me the better man? I definitely hope it can cause if it don't I'm already damned. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 274 In A Bed Of Thorned Roses

In a bed of thorned roses. Always try to love those closest. Even with pain so unbearable. I will deny the attraction. Its this immense chemical reaction. I wish I could say I love you. But you look the other way. Hate me today, hate me tomorrow. Oh how I wish the sorrow wouldn't make me feel so hollow. Cold am I till the day I die. I would cry if it allowed me heal. What is real? How should I feel. Protecting myself from a fate unknown. So alone. Raise in a broken home. I'm fighting my soul for control. Its mine damn it I'm too close to just let go. To only know something a little less shallow. Where are my values. Ive been suck in a machine that keeps asking, more change please. Climbing over the shoulders of great men. Thank god for what I have been given. Pray that this isn't the end of a friend. If so I blame it on my god damn ambition. It created a barrier around me. It wont let anybody in. Nothing will be ever be forgiven. Not even worth trying. Because my heart already dieing. In a bed of thorned roses John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 275 Is It A Fruit Of Love?

But without some kind of physical attraction. How will this go with a conversation of human interaction? A pale complexion turns fair. And suddenly it's hard not stare. Like candy you lay there. Waiting to be eaten. A fruit to be plucked by something I would call love. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 276 It Is A Risk Well Worth Taking

My vulnerability is yours. My temptations is yours. A union in the body and mind. Just the smallest connection creates a fire. It feels as if the flame will forever burn. But then it dwindles and goes out. The time can be infinite. It is a risk well worth taking in the art of love making. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 277 It Really Doesn't Matter

You say your ugly, i say it doesn't matter. You say you have a dark past, i say it doesn't matter. You say theirs overwhelming responsibility, i say it doesn't matter. I don't believe in walking away when things get hard. In fact they are my spark to continue my march. Through thick and thin where to begin. You say you don't have a way. I say it doesn't matter. You say that you cant give back what you would like. I say it doesn't matter. You say, you say oh it really doesn't matter, I live one day at a time. Choices will be made that will save the day but hurt me financially. It doesn't matter Choice will be made that will set me back in my expectations. It doesn't matter, It really doesn't matter. Its well worth it. To see the beauty that you have placed before me. Oh how its worth it. To settle down and not be looking to be found. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 278 It Was a Thunder Storm

Yet another storms comes. The thunder crackles. The rain falls. And the wind starts blowing. Under the darkness of night. The dog starts barking. Who's their? No one but he still barks. As if evil is waiting outside. The cat's hide under the furniture So scared of what I do not know. It comes It passes Then it goes To another place A place far off That I do not know of It was a thunder storm. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 279 It's A Craps Shoot

To explain how I'm writing the story ever step of the way, should give others ideas. This is joint journey for those who both believe everyone has a right to learn, and teach. I'm not one to preach, but when thoughts come before me. They must be written down, so they can be thoroughly and properly inspected. Wisdom can be gained, only when what you believe has been corrected. Like a child I skim through, absorbing it all. Rolling with the dice with opinions so vague. Its a craps shoot and I'm here to play. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 280 Its Not Over

I'll say what you won't Why because your afraid Their just ratings Their just of those people your hating Faking for the sake of entertainment That is what you become Sellout by what they want Look at me as I flaunt my you know what I just honestly don't care Let my words hang in the air Let critics come For ill be waiting Ready for the debating When it begins And words flung I'll expose every flaw I got This is what I've been taught With honesty I'll undress myself and show the world Then I'll say now what did you prove be careful with words you choose because I have nothing to lose I've already fallen so far from grace I've done so many things with disgrace and distaste But when I believe in something I won't give up when under attack Here let me turn around so you can dig your claws in back What that's not how you expected me react Well stereo type that I've been held back for to long And now I've been given wings I'm so ready to soar Even as I'm licking my wounds so sore The war of the worlds Some are out to destroy I'm out to stop you any way I can With a mission of the damned With my blood soaked hands I done more then my share of hurting But only if for the greater good Never stopping and question if I should I've come to far second guess myself now. So when I take duck my head and bow Its not over Its not over John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 281 Its Ours, All Ours

Notes written in blood. The intention of a malcontented suicide. Medication for the kids. Regretting the one life we live. Its ours, all ours. We got nobody to blame but ourselves. A little self discipline for every one of the sins. Pray and just hope your forgiven. Take it to the grave. This the one life we must save. Notes written in blood. The intentions of a malcontented suicide. Medication for the kids. Regretting the one life we live. Its ours, all ours, Point the finger, call out a name. Its the blame game. It never changes. action and reaction. A contradiction with every word we speak. Take it all in. Accepting everything the way it is. Stop the self mutilation and the persona that goes with it. Pain all in measure. It amounts to a count that has no meaning. Every time it gets worse. Notes written blood. The intention of a malcontented suicide. Medication for the kids. Regretting the one life we live. Its ours, all ours, all ours. Giving up the most precious gift. Caught in the rift. Overacting to get it right.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 282 Its Part Of Humanity(In Response To A Poem Titled: The Lonely One)

We are all the lonely ones at some point in our lives. Some for the entirety of their being. So we build these fires that draw in all our desires, hopes, and dreams. If only to reach a single one. In it is a little bit of that happiness among all the sadness and misery. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 283 Jealous State

With my truth I can only react. I must keep my eye on that pretty shining ball For utmost attention must be held. And here is where the devil dwell. With my eyes still intact I must see past the fall With steel I must weld Welcome to the angel whose entered hell Welcome he was Always as the veil was put upon ones face In the past are things we wish could erase Its a very distant escape How you got here is a simple just because Maybe it was the speed in which you took on this race With every word you only bring upon yourself more distaste Maybe I have entered another jealous state John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 284 Just a little bit more color

I play my part with human heart I play my part in the guilt of the centuries I play my part with the great hope of the ever lasting. When my emotions soar, their who I am, and as defiant as I am. With opinions so different, words go a skew, You say I can get through. I say I know with every encouraging word I show. I come knocking but not to learn but to teach. You are already knocking not to learn but to teach. We are similar indeed. My ways differ but are the same I prefer to build someone up over talking about myself. I only do it if must, an in this conversation we have discuss So what about you, what life peril have you overcome. Why do you feel the need to be the righteous one. It shows you know that, I see it, as a book I've already read. the question is will you let me in as i did. We all have our fronts and code of arms, that protects us every day. Sometimes we need to hear it. You'll be okay. And every thing gets brighter and adds a little more color. So my friend thank you for the wave lengths of color. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 285 Just A Man Trying To Save A Life.

Stand back please. I must stop the bleeding. Who are you? Just a man trying to save a life. Be of use, and get me some towels. We got to put pressure on this wound and stop it and possibly save a life. With redemption on my side i perform surgery. With gods blessing i go in and try to heal. With regret i sometimes fail. We just lost another one on the table. I'm just a man trying to save a life. I claim no special title. I claim no special power. Just some observation, some common sense, and actually giving a damn. Excuse me I'm just a man trying to save a life. Got another one that needs to go under the knife. The gentle touch means so much. Its treasage. Bringing order to this chaos. Just a man trying to save a life. Save a life. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 286 Just Another Jon Doe

Emotions on a paper A pen to mend The wounds so sore Will it ever go away Not today All I got is me And that's not what i need Give in to the greed Give in to the deceit Here let me sign the receipt I have bought the devil My face has become yellow The taste is stale The mind is frail Bail out No more chances No more Were not settling scores I'll take it the way it is I have no need to forgive All I need is to be able to live Breath some air Fall in love with despair The roads getting pretty thin Watch out for that next bend Going to fast Time just needs to slow Its a snails race Can you keep up with the pace Or will you forever be erased Out of sight Out of mind No such thing as rewind Put on the shades Or you might go blind Clarity Its heavenly When your moving Its so easy choosing Never stop Or those chalk lines might be where you drop Another investigation Such an aggravation Forget who he was Never mention Just another Jon Doe And that's how it go's John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 287 Just Another Of The Broken With No Soul

Another conversation with woman behind the camera Shatter the glass Run for its a hail marry pass Again I want to save you, as if your actually in danger You give a daily night show But I will just not go You offer it for free as if that even matters You tell me about a threesome as if it that just for starters You sick pleasure is a disease Just stop trying to victimize me The heart felt scorn held inside comes to the rise For I have had a friend who had to trade her body for a place to stay On a constantly daily basis Finally I gave her a home at no cost of her own I wanted nothing from her This was the weirdest circumstance I have ever been I could have had her any way I wanted But that's just wrong She was my little sister in heart and mind So I tell you women Your sickness is on the inside There is just something not right about you You spiffed up your words so brilliant Only to defile yourself with what your trying sell These wounds won't heal Prostitution through a screen with a voice and a name Just another of the broken with no soul John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 288 Just Leave Me Alone

Do I look of the needy or of the greedy Why would one offer such things Why can't people just leave me be Don't they see I have all I want or need right inside me So with angelic touch I have to say no Just leave me alone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 289 Just Like All The Rest.

Just like all the rest, oh girl what have you been through. How can you say such things when you don't know. Hasn't he told you. I'm a train wreck. A man looking for a little substance in my life. And again you say like all the rest. Girl you must be so blessed to say that to me. For i know what i need and so must you. Cataclysmic was the time when we met. I was weak, so were you. I was looking for somebody. So were you. Still i hear you say just like all the rest. I must confess. When worlds collide. And tears fall that we try to hide. Always the better person. So rehearsed. So well versed. I can say just like all the rest. You left in such a mess. And you will still never know. You got to give someone a chance before you just let go. Just like all the rest are words i shall never forget. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 290 Just Rest

A day of rest must be given its due For in it, clarity will come shinning through Another creation can began anew Tear drops wash across my face When I think of all you do So much hard work Shirk no duty, no chore left untouched You have finished so much And for this, today I shall make lunch John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 291 Just So God Damn Sweet

Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet. Imagine that. Going ı n the depth of the soul. Giving up all control. Becoming a slave to the mined. No need to justify. Just live ı t as ı t ı s. No need to worry about ı f you will be satisfied. Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet, ı magine that. Take a chance, take another glance, being pulled ı n. Hypnotized and memorized all at the same time. Stir the perfect blend of just go damn fine fine oh oh fine. Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet. Imagine that. No more good byes. Here to stay. Here to lift the spirits so high above the sky. Coming out of the shadows to bring the sun to your eyes. Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet. Imagine that. The best moment of all time. Live ı t then rewind. Do ı t all over again. Soon or later you'll win. Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet. Imagine that. I will break free. I will be me. Its my party. Its my choice. Its my voice. So sincere, so secure, so strong. Right where ı belong. Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet. Imagine that. Today we meet. What a treat. First ı mpressions lead to a succession of the best lessons of life. Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet. Imagine that. Are you ready to meet the real me? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 292 Kids Will

Corruption of the mind. Innocence burnt away in time. A childhood dream. Creating so many demons. Forever fighting. Never willing to start dieing. Always denying for the sake of surviving. Peace spits upon your face. Saying you never can have me. Keep reminding yourself it isn't a race. No matter the loss of so much dignity. Their is still plenty. Self respect for the reject. The consent burning pride. Brings you to the point of suicide. Thoughts of razor blade across and down the wrist. Remember kids its always down the road. Do it right unless its to feel pain. Some have a sensation-able appetite for just that. Its a horrible embrace. To know you cant do any better. Its like never finishing writing that letter cause you think it pointless. Without reasoning, without meaning. Is that something you are willing to start believing. Well not me, not me, you hear me! I will not leave it to what one would call destiny. I will dropp the bomb. I go to where i don't belong. I will take over what should be already be mine. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 293 Killing An Angel With Swollen Pride

Their is the good times and the bad How could have things went so wrong Nothing left for me Killing an angel with my destiny Watching in agony Nothing I can do to relieve her misery The bleeding I can't stop I think I hit an artery So fatal So lethal Death defying Mind blowing No looking back Wishing against my own existence Take my life Take me Oh please just take me Theirs the good times and the bad How could have it went so wrong Nothing left for me Killing an angel with my destiny Its destroying everything as far as the eye can see All for something I might just be Not for my wants or needs Basic survival Destroy all your rivals Still I don't feel liable The important things stick like glue to you Don't tell me you don't know who

Theirs the good times and the bad How could have things went so wrong Killing an angel with my destiny Nothing left for me Twenty years disappear Nothing left to hold on to so dear Look into a mirror Only to have a ghost look back Forgetting all the facts Living in the past This will eat your soul away Till to the end of your days Even if you pray You still can't stay Because your not okay The heart gets torn apart Ripped in two Fed to the confused www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 294 Guess you lose I have killed to many angels with my destiny The devil got me I have killed the angels I killed them all All because my pride came before my fall John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 295 Killing The Mind And Time

Killing the mind and time. Mentally broken. Helpless in a cage full of rage. So many stages deformity. A slow and painful process. One day you'll remember nothing. Its better then the dark places you walk now. Be the strength when their should be none to be found. Everything is coming down. Killing the mind and time. A constant presence of a life that's rewinding. Undermining the logic of decades. Slow the pictures fade. Staring in the nothingness. Your body still here but your already gone. Play the guitar, play your song. To forget is so wrong. Killing the mind and time. I rather be blind. Then be one of the constantly confused. Words come out but they make no sense. The absence of the here now. You are asked, 'who current president is? ' They say j.f.k. This becomes such a horrible day. Killing the mind and time. This curse continues to get worse. The basic abilities go. Self deification. Public masturbation. No clue of the truth. A nightmare in which their is no cure. Yet its being constantly searched for. Million for the cause. But we are only able to slow it down. A pathalogical breakdown. Regrets that will stay in the back of my head. Put on my happy face cause you are not yet dead. Killing the mind and time. -Dedicated to families who have someone who has had strokes, has vascular dementia, alzhiemers, or a similar brain condition which cause them to forget. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 296 Lay Down and Die

I'm still standing strong. You just cant break me. No matter how hard you try. I will not lay just lay down and die. With so many happy endings, ı just want mine. Your out there, ı 'm out there. Can ı t not be any simpler. Lets get together and Just have a good time. For ı ts all we need. To live ı n harmony. I'm still standing strong. You just can't break me. No matter how you try. I just won't lay down and die. With so many happy endings wheres mine. Don't patronize me by saying everything going to fine. For ı already know. So lets get going. Move with the stars. The signs are already there. So don't despair. The energy ı s already here. Cherish the moments as they won't be anymore. I'm still standing strong. You just can't break me. No matter how hard you try. I just won't lay down and die. With so many happy endings. Where mine? Getting so far, Losing all sense of time. Breaking the rhythm and How things sync and rhyme. Just for something new, Just maybe something very special so ı t seems. What ı s our destiny? Its kind of scary. Are you looking right through me. I'm still standing strong. You just cant break me. No matter how hard you try. I just won't lay down and die. Oh oh die, die, die I wont lay down and die. With so many happy endings. Wheres mine? Wheres mine? All ı want to know ı s where ı s mine? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah oh yeahhhhhhhhh.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 297 Leave This To Real Men

Hide behind your pride. Tell them that tonight is the day they all die. Death is all around me. Their just no way to get away. Not tomorrow or today. The man says i'm just trying to change my life. As he gets thrown right back into captivity. No good deed goes unpunished. Hate the perfect lovers. Cause they're just so god damn perfect for each other. Let jealousy sliver right on in. Its hiding right beneath the skin. You just cant win with these feelings within. The man says i'm just trying to change my life, As grabs the knife and tries to stab someone. Listen to me hes a dangerous man. Here a plan get going run as far you can. Leave this fight to real men. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 298 Leaving This Man Alone

I'm still working Always working For the next bill, no time for thrills. Sir you must head in to those hills. Mine till sun comes down. Just to make it home in time to go to bed. Far away is where I'm going again. The benefits within. The wounds are slowly healing. Agony, I love it here and love it their. Making a life out of despair. Have to do what you have to do. Surving just to make it through. I got you, you, you, and you. A million different conversations. I smile with aggravation. What a revelation Look at me now. Just keeping my head above the ground. Anyway I know how. With heaven, lord let me just make it to the skies. Time just flies by. With wings it soars. Come on now. I will march upon the fields like anyone else. I am man and I don't give a damn. Not cause I don't want to. But sometimes you just have no choice. Echo's, echo's, echo's my voice. For life is precious, and sometimes their is no time to rejoice. Let the heart beat, let the sweat pour. It's the only way I like it anymore. Another no reward. A master of nothing falls on his own swords. A little of this and that. Always moderation. Even on my own free time. I trying to figure how to make the green. Ugly as sin. Where does it end. A new job doing the same thing. Sometimes it must be gained. A man of the insane. With no complaints. Not a saint. I know where I stand, and I know where, Oh echo's echo's echo's my voice, 'you do'. No argument here. To each their own. So just leave this man alone. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 299 Let It All Burn

Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. The broken hearted are departing. Setting sail for a new found trust. I don't blame you, I've just had enough. Trying to cross the divide. Trying to see eye to eye. But the flames just carry to high. Their might be clearing in the sky but I can't find it. And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. Being sucked down in the turmoil at the gates of hell. I can still hear all those cross words. As if I can make this work. I've been down this road before. I know where it leads. I know what the seeds grow, I know you will reap what I sew. Oh no, no no no no. And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. I was once an open door. But now that is closed. Can you feel the coldness of the frigid ice. That's my heart. It no long bleeds. Not for you. Not ever again. With all the discontent as you keep trying. Still I'm not moved. And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 300 And now I'm giving up on you. I made my sacrifices. Wasted as the blame. Are you going to do the same. Follow suit, follow the leader. I'm no leader of yours. I never held your cure. Deny it and they want so bad. Till it is what they can have, Then it becomes dull. A lust upon the soul. And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. now I'm giving up on you. now I'm giving up on you. now I'm giving up on you. I'm sorry but the choice is mine. Not like last time. You took me down to the ground. Kicked and spat at me in my rigid face. Oh how I wish it would have erased every thought of you. But the heart drifts and the mind wonders. That becomes our number one blunder. A calamity marked by thunder.

And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. A loss is a loss. No matter how you word it. Put it in a big captions on it if you want. You have become so distant. An after thought of things from the past and things that didn't last. It wasn't that I took things to fast. As embers burns slow after the flames die down. And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 301 You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. Ashes float down like rain. These are my memories of you. These were my promises broken and stolen. As if I could be that super man. Super human abilities that melt you away. So sorry but that just not me. You say you loved me. I say when I must of miss it. And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. And now I'm giving up on you And now I'm giving up on you And now I'm giving up on you And I can no longer afford to waste time. Riding the waves of premonitions. Maybe your right, maybe your wrong. I no longer care. You gave up on me long ago. And now I'm giving up on you. So just let it all burn. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 302 Let Me Ask a Question

Let me ask you to share for the point sharing, is that an objective? Victim or not, stories must be told. Not for sense of position. But maybe just to let people know your living. Everyone has their own misdeeds to proceed as false claims. You hear of them everyday. Are they connected with the objectives? That really depends on the person. As individuals we are all different. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 303 Lexy

My dog Lexy Such a precious member of the family She bring me up when I feel so down. She is only 7 years old And distemper is making her cold A sickness in which there is no cure A sickness in which hurts me all the more three to twenty one days is the time in which a decision will have to be made put her down and end the suffering or take the chance that she fights it off She is my dog She is so pretty, obident, and energetic Or at least she use to be Its pathetic with all the cure in the world That we still have to watch those we love die It was her time some would say Does that make any more okay She is my dog Lexy John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 304 Liers Come In All Shapes And Forms

To say we don't lie is a lie. Its human nature to do so. In fact we do it so much that sometimes we dont realize we are doing it. Even at subconscious level we do it. Look at the books we write for instance, fiction is nothing but a fantasy world we live in. A lie isn't evil itself, rather its the motive behind the lie that makes it good or bad, harmless or detrimental, helpful or hurtful. So remember this when lieing, ask yourself who can it hurt, what can be gained, who will it help, the greater good is the way I view it and we all do it. We should truly try lessen how much we do. But at the same time eliminate the ones that do no good. That's all I have to say I think.. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 305 Life With A Rolled Up Dollar Bill

Its just another moment. Its just another story. Its just another worry. The aggravation of knowing so much, and being so powerless. It creates a void that must be filled. So you lean back on bad habits. Take another pill. Crush cut and line em up. Rolling up another dollar. Bout the best damn use for it. If it wasn't illegal i would say burn it. I'm looking to be numb. I'm looking to be drunk. I'm looking to get f*cked up any way i can. I'm sometimes my worse enemy. They say practice what you preach. Such contradictions in words. its quite absurd. I scream stop me and no one comes. Careless whisper in the night. A constantly moving twilight. The lighting effects are dizzying. My head is spinning. I just want it all to stop. Off to never ever land they say. Some believe that it makes it okay. Well I'm here to say, the hell it does, the hell it was, the hell with the because. Reasons change with the season. And where i was for it, now I'm against it. Indecisiveness uncertainty brings nothing but misery. Skip all the pleasantries, and tell me what you are gonna do. You have no clue. But it doesnt involve me. Party with some fake coffettii to celebrate distant years to come. It was a good run, but im done, it lost its fun and flavor. And i feel if I'm staving off vultures. Each wants a little piece of me. But none will ever have it. As such i need the pills to remove all the pain. It hurts to say it but sometimes you should no better. Hate her, hate him, hate them all for what they stand for. A liar with such a pretty face. What a disgrace. Ohwell just f*ck it like any other day. I can only pray my persevernce wins in end till then the life i shall live will be good. Feel no pain. Give me the drugs, give me the pills. All for the thrills. All for something no longer real. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 306 Lite It Up

Lite it up Lite it up Lite it up and let that candle burn. The fire is inside me. Forever part of me. Call it destiny. Call it fate. A fickle swing of a pendulum. A motion set. A writing in the stone. I'm not alone for I have you. So just lite it up Lite it up Lite it and let that candle burn. Down to the very last. It was always part of my past. It sanction me to the starvation of the mind and soul. I just lost control. I faced it head on. And thats when I met you. So just lite it up Lite it up Lite it and let that candle burn. It will never die. Nor will my scarred heart. Memories washed apart. No longer do I doubt who I am. As your man I take a stand. For I must protect the love just met for you oh you. So just lite it up Lite it up Lite it and let that candle burn. One last time. Digging into my own mind. Finding every travesty. Destroying the illusion of a fictitious fantasy. Oh baby, oh baby this is for you So just lite it up Lite it up Lite it and let that candle burn. The body moves The friction ceases. Its a set of multiple releases. Everything that soothes. All for you.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 307 Living A Life Outside His Shell

You are all my muse. Listen to this recluse as he describes the way you lived. He thrust himself right into it. His identity is now yours. Not stolen, but changed, morphed, warped. Becoming his own being, his own creature of sorts. Living a life outside his shell. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 308 Living With And Without Love

Hey just shut up listen. I got a story to tell. Its about something I know so well. Love my friend to the bitter end. Sadness is greatness for it means you've felt it for very long time. When you lose it, you become lost in the darkness of humanity. And you must search for it, because then you have nothing. Its life without hope or a future. You'll be devoured by waves. The pain you feel means your alive. Means you shouldn't lay down and die. I was their multiple times and guess I survived. Blood is thicker then water. You don't have to be a martyr for the cause. You just have to live life the best you can, and hope that the ones you truly care about understand. No need to demand what should be a given. A prodigy I'm not, but their are certain talents I got. So I must shape them, work them. Put them to where I can live with true substance. Satisfy not only others but yourself. Put back if you must but never be afraid to go bust. Unless its beyond your means. For love can be a forever or daily kind of thing. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 309 Lonely, Desparate, And Pathetic

Are you lonely? Are you desperate? Are you absolutely pathetic? Just maybe. Just maybe. Shame, shame. Calling names, never letting it go. Don't you know? Are you lonely? Are you desperate? Are you absolutely pathetic. Just maybe. Just maybe. Paper cuts to the skin, call it cutting yourself. Self mutilation, with the light touch. Come on what joke id have more fun snorting line of coke. Never done it, cause like you paper cuts its absolutely pointless. Are you lonely? Are you desperate? Are you absolutely pathetic. Just maybe. Just maybe. Giving all your money to men just so they will stay. Then when they leave because you have no more. You cut yourself once more. Like that's the cure. You continuously try to get em back with desperate acts. I would call you a prostitute but you got it all backwards. Are you lonely? Are you desperate? Are you absolutely pathetic? Just maybe. Just maybe. When you get angry you just stare so teary eyed like a puppy dog who's so alone. You spit in the nice guys face an expect him to Stay. Well i say no way. Girl your broken. Money is no object to me. So to throw it in my direction. Would just cause more rejection. Like an infection you nearly got me. But then i relised something. Are you lonely? Are you desperate? Are you absolutely pethetic? Just maybe. Just maybe. So stay the f*ck away from me. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 310 Looking For More Then Just A Friend

Feelings of guilt hit me like a ton of bricks. More weight on my shoulders. Another burden I have to bear. I swear, I feel like I'm getting older I can see my grave in 20 years Your killing me Driving me to drink Hey stop and think before you speak Unless it's important you better not Their is no love for you anymore Not like back then I can still taste what was never there All it brings is despair So beautiful you are But yet their is something more deep I think You seem so sweet Honest as you can be Why do I feel something is not right Break it off Break it off Before I get hurt Or something much worse It comes in waves This ocean is making me a slave I pave the roads and build the bridges for you Then leave before I get deceived Your welcome but not really Your just being silly I think not I can read the body languages I'm only nice to you to relieve my pain That is you Venting Unrelenting Aggravating Complicating The so simple Either your going to be there, or your not I still had to fight To make sure I was right Have to get burned to be certain Lesson learned Now I know what I urn was never really there Cold as ice I have made another sacrifice This one wasn't so nice John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 311 Looking Through The Window

I try to look away. I'm trying to forget those days, when the lights were a little more bright, when the sun smiled down upon me. I was so happy. But not now, not even with a pen. To write it away. What a game I play. Work to forget. Party with no regrets. Such a hypocrite, with all the words said. No going back. Their is no contract. I set them a fire so long ago. Do remember 96 and all the snow. We built our castles, with no idea of the hassles. It took so much so we could live comfortably. We didn't, we didn't, we didn't know. I wonder how it would have changed if I did. Could of, should of, would of is utter nonsense. Theirs a pile over there. Try not to stare or compare. So what if life isn't fair. Don't you dare. Such a hypocrite. Do the best you can. Damn them all. Don't let this be the cause of your fall. Walk that tight rope. Never look down. So full of hope. Hope gives the less fortunate the power to change everything. A voice is heard over, under societies reach. Tell me, tell me have you been here before? Tell me, tell me whats the score? How much is too much? Greed is factored by the necessity to live beyond ones means. What do you need to give. Everyone costantly is taking shots at you. Like you really know what your doing. Chooseing the forsaken over the forgiven. So be it. I hope one day you see it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 312 Los Alamos

Over years it has been earthly science, versus mother nature Los Alamos is the new frontier Nuclear is the power of madness Nuclear is the power of sadness Controlling Sustaining a worldly world Fending off an evil child to bare Fire runs rampant Fire says it is mine Not the next time Eyes watch in horror Anticipating the worse yet to come What is it this time that will be undone Abandoned for miles Sorry sir but it will be a while For we made a mistake For we are hiding things that can make the heart ache Worse then greed is the secrets in which you deceive A mutation of the sun A cancer of fire fill the air Water ruined and forever gone Yet alone all the homes You are the Los Alamos John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 313 Losing All Sanity

Trying to make it. trying not mentally break. every direction i go. its always a no. one day im gonna blow. Can i be a skit z? can i be crazy? when push comes to shove i will go nuts. but only if defending those i love. yeah i feel resentment but it doesn't bring me to my knees. at least not yet. signed with a feeling of blood soaked regret. I'm just trying make it. cant you see that. but still i don't know i can take it. denial after denial and not even an ounce sympathy. not that i desire pity. but come on if you please. I know theirs is nothing wrong with me. except maybe a loss of dignity. even i can't deny it. for thiers is a dark stain on my heart. will i forever marked? a tortured soul. Yet i feel as if im always in control. Is the world truly mine to take? Or will i continue on my path of mistakes. I'm just trying to make it. if someone would help me. feeling kinda of desperate. feeling kinda lonely. oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah god must really hate me ha ha. what was i ever even thinking. Maybe i was mentally breaking John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 314 Losing Yourself

The music drives me Into a cationic state The numbness slowly fades away Trying to forget all the bad If only not to lose all the good Little by little A tit for tat Another broken contract The water seems a little to murky I think just maybe I'm to worrisome Grind the flint and steel Create that spark Make you mark Because soon it'll be dark Covered in absolute blackness An outer body experience Astral Projection Just another reflection Locked in a mind so deep We are our memories They stand all around me Unabiding Some what hypnotizing I still try to fight it Kick that dog off Whose really after my bone I rather do this alone For its when I'm at my strongest I build on it Mold it Shape it Into so many forms Like a shadow it follows But its not to be seen Unless its by my means I usually don't give in But this time it wins Stolen by selfish endeavors A fool I am Till the day I die Never question the power of suggestion It just works Sometimes it's in horrible, and indifferent ways So I stay away Till I feel like one of the unbroken I just can't look back For all the things I have said I can't retract Even more so the way I was acting Insanity is a plea for pity All the way down to the nitty gritty And I can't have that www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 315 For I have what I need That's my dignity And for it I need not to be forgiven John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 316 Loss of A Good Man

A loss of a good man. By witness he takes death in his own hands. No sorrow is felt. No excitement is felt. Nothing is felt again. A rotten corpse with movements still intact A soulless pact The devil knows He is running this mans show With temptations of the heart Stolen and broken Crushed beyond the means of psychological recovery He's no new discovery He's both a victim and prey Not for reason that can be understood by you or me He contemplates everything around him With a complete and utter sensation of indifference No one and nothing matter to him He is the loss of another good man John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 317 Loss Of A Home

In the course my life I have seen many things But nothing prepares you look into the faces of families who lost everything Their is not sadness but strength and perseverance in their eyes. It just material I keep telling myself But its more then that it is a home a family made A history love that makes a location what it is My dear freind picked up one her lost photograph and balled cause it was of her grandfather who is now dead Their scared not of the loss material but of a loss of their home John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 318 Love Is Devout

The daily fight. The human souls ignite. The fire burns in the twilight. Stars so bright. God please, give me your might. Your strength. I promise I'll wait. Does my heart have what it takes. The true divine. Drinking some red wine. Celebrate life, celebrate death. Celebrate this worlds mess. Only confess when you truly need forgiveness. The daily fight. The human soul ignite. The fire burns in the twilight. Stars so bright. God please give me your might. Patients, sir I salute you for having such courage. On the brink. Can you feel the energy surge. Splurge, control yourself, and you want the most for it could make you into a forever haunting ghost. So carefully tip toe. Cause eggshells are just below your feet. And you could slip as you run you know. Waiting can be constant agony. Its driving me right into the clouds. Come hell or high water I shall be devout. You are forever mine even as time passes by. I don't care how or why. There will be no compromise. Love lasts even after you die. The daily fight. The human soul ignites. The fire burns in the twilight. Stars so bright. Oh oh tonight god please give me your might. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 319 Love Just Is

It is a question then has boggled minds for a very long time. There is no right or wrong answer in how you feel. It just is. If you have to ask why then you are missing the point. For love is a mysterious creature who won't reveal her secrets easily. Acceptance of love is so much better then questioning it. For if you are putting an earthly reasoning behind something so magical. People have killed over it. People have killed themselves over it. People are enslaved to it. Love Just Is John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 320 Making It Real

I was once told to make it real Well here's the deal It is I feel No deviation off this rugged course With remorse its sad to see someone try to explain it to me What I already see You got talent and wisdom But you just don't how to use it You abuse it. I was once told to make it real Well here's the deal I try to better myself every day With a sense of moral guidance And absolute faith In the dark world I embrace So let me make my stance My standing pose For it is mine as you have yours I was once told to make it real. Well here's the deal. I'm not here to please or get on my knees I tell you what I want when I want Like it or not Its my power to overcome Its my hour to be done To waste with a smiling face I was once told to make it real Well here's the deal Have you ever been told your trying to hard Well I'm not Everything goes Everything flows Like magic Its something I've always known

I was told to make it real Well here's the deal The battle is already won It was kinda fun But now it on to the next Never let limitation of a closed mined Waste too much of your time Accept them as the are Which sometimes isn't very far But don't make the measurement if they don't reach the par Let them think there better With another well written letter

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 321 Well I do make it real And with this its my deal John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 322 Making Love To An Angel(Name Revised And Content Revised)

A smile so sweet. The secret places in which we meet. Your are my true confidant. We leave a trail of misery. Screwing you in you back seat. Nobody can ever know. Cause you are my little dirty secret. But still the best when i need it. Going down, and going to heaven at the same time. Making love to an angel and you know it. It feels so damn good. Who would shy away? And all I have to say is that guy must be gay. The taste of your lips, so bitter sweet. The secret places in which we meet. Again your on top of me. Your controlling me and I like it. Their just no denying it. Oh baby, you know just what to do. Holding it all in, and knowing just when to let go. Making love to an angel and you know it. It feels so damn good. I wish it would never end. Lets give it a go again and again. Those words coming from you sound so sweet. The secret places in which we meet. Its so right. All day and all night. The claw marks you leave on my skin, create a burning within. All i want is more. We got to have it rough. Never enough. Making love to an angel and you know it. It feels so damn good. Perfect with every touch, to every desirable shape. She is a goddess. Can anyone relate? Its our everlasting escape. Oh baby I'm making love to an angel you know it, and you know it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 323 Mans Darkness

A million writings and I'm still going. Its again going to start snowing. Turbulent are the skies. The practice of the dark arts. Is tearing my soul apart. If the old man dies. Havoc will I seek. A mission in which there is no stopping me. I'm angry and I know my enemies. They are building an army. They want me, dead or alive. In darkness i shall take cover till the next sunrise. I have nothing left. I gave it up all seeking the true good in life. Instead i continuously get stabbed with a knife, of malcontent, jealously, rage, A forever covet of some kind. No I'm not any more religious. I'm not one of the Christians. I'm my own man. Making a stand. When others don't give a damn. Whether its righteous or not, it i still got. A belief beyond what is said. Seeking the power to give the dead true peace. A child on his knees saying no please. Genocide lining up with the trees. We turn away pretend it didn't happen, or justified in some way. Indifference is our disease. Someone save me please. Lets change our history. Pages can be rewritten. We have the power of forgiveness. We have the power of deliverance. Some times its so hard to protect those who wont protect themselves. Trying to be a saint not the angel of darkness. You can only lead the sheep if they will follow. Trying to show your heart isn't so hollow. But still I choke as I take in the poison meant for you. You are creating this madness. You are creating our sadness. A bad habit is destroying me from the inside. Call it no pride. A little would do you some good. Standards, and descression is a strange question to be asking. But the wisdom of it might help you make it somewhere, instead of a constant despair and a need for a repair. A daily fix. The antidote and the creation of your sickness at the same time. You probably think I've lost my mined. But I tell you know I'm fine. My emotions I'm controlling. If i lose it, its only to get my second my wind. Until I'm dead and far passed on. It will not end. I am Aries and I'm fighting for what I believe in. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 324 No matter the mistake, or heart ache. It's the path i shall take. I will not mentally break. I ll show you a heart on fire. A heart full of my desire John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 325 Marry - Go - Around

On the marry-go-round. Baby spin me around baby around. In circles we go. Its a balancing act. Give and take. Dusk till dawn. God how this is fun. On the marry-go-round. Baby spin me around baby around. So dizzy and i want more. Riding it all night long. The energy never gone. Every single time you make it feel so damn good. On the marry-go-around. Baby, spin me around baby around. I'm loving every minute of it. Its love of the best kind. God you are so fine. Above the divine. The taste of wine on your breath. You and i know exactly were doing. On the marry-go-around. Baby spin me around baby around. Going to town, in every possible way. Please hush there nothing to say. Just lets take this all the way. One more time, just one more time. On the marry-go-around. Oh baby spin me around, baby around. Jump up and down. Hands in the air, hands on the ground. In the perfect embodiment you shall surround. the whisper of sounds. On the marry-go-around. Oh baby spin me around, baby around. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 326 Martyr

To the martyr I ask did you look into the childrens eyes Before they died. For a cause, just because, oh if only he was. No reason can justify the death of so many innocents When you meet will you repent Ask for forgiveness from all those you sacrificed If you would have sooner realized You'll be hated Not celebrated From those who once loved And from the god above John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 327 Meeting My Destiny

My god it's another panic. The heart is racing. The eyes begin to twitch. I can't breath. I'm so scared of what will happen to me. A coward when I see the fall. Here it comes. Time to brace myself. This will hurt, hurt, hurt. The wound carved so deep. I'm am a son so lost. With no father to teach. No guidance at all. In everything golden. Why do I feel so lost. Like fire I burn. Urn for my something better. Where ever the heart leads. Digging a hole so deep. Ready to lay down go to sleep. In the forever kind of dream. I can still see my demons. But their getting farther and farther off. I beat them to the top. Now I'm ready to take the leap and fall. Plunge. And everything starts to zoom. See you all later. Back to the bottom for me. I ready to meet that destiny. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 328 Melancholy Of Profoundness

A melancholy of profoundness A mystical sensation of innovation has come over me It’s the Gaia tree It gives life to that was once dead And it’s bringing out the best All I want is replace the distain, the hate in my heart With compassion Help mankind in such a way that’s everlasting Fearing the repercussions of past actions lies in my way Waiting anticipating my every movement So I finally found the courage to repent Forgiveness is but on the rise The grey skies are just another disguise Trust no one Being constantly numb is done Over under any way to get through to the other side Where the sun shines a little brighter The burdens are getting lighter Shedding off the layers of what has become my skin But in truth it’s my demons For every time I screw up I just walked away Pretend like everything is okay Hoping the memories will fade But instead they turn into jade A solid stone Melt my soul Cause I'm tired venturing this life alone Help is for the asking to most But I've been ostrich sized like a ghost Forever haunting those who disgraced me Another euphony has come and gone I have a feeling it won’t be long Till my sacrifice pays off It’s a cost I had to pay to keep my head above water So deep It’s constantly sucking me in I 'm drowning in my own self righteous bullshit Perfect is but a mistake that has yet to be made So why wait why contemplate or debate Chances or what it is that makes us Who we are today will not be the same tomorrow Welcome to my horror Welcome to my lack of honor So cold that I wonder why I'm not already dead Cause all serenity has driven me to search out an ends to a means Wash my hands and come clean I won’t make a plea or disagree This is an absolute surrender Of a defender for what was thought right or wrong Never questioned where my emotions belonged Constantly detached from my body So this is definitely my melancholy of profoundness www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 329 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 330 Mere Chaos

They say the way the world will end every now and then Listening to me my friend Just don't worry about it Paranoia devoid s you. Like a spell cast over us Fear mongering is fear mongering A conspiracy is neither a tried or proven theory Our science is changing everyday Out with old in with the new But hey man that was of good use Oh well it is junk now Already forgotten just collecting dust We can always go back they say But do they? Or is it more of the next best thing. We call it innovation I call it an unproven foundation Improve upon what's already their mere building blocks made of air Just as the thought cross this page their is a new craze People so lost in the daze Hey the man says its okay its just another phase Soon it will gone And with the dawn will come the new No routine, no order in all this craziness It is but of mere chaos. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 331 Mere Shadows March

Welcome to the shadow march Longer then longest lines of the undying To many reasons never enough answer here another here another why the did this happen to me why did everybody give up when i was at my weakest now ill shall surround myself with those who are silent no ill intent none want revenge they just want to be avenged given the respect do'ly deserved as we all do we want those who wrong us to make it right a little give then a little take welcome to the shadow march Longer then the longest lines of the undying to many reasons never enough answers here's another here's another why did you screw me over was it out of pride were you looking for a fight was it just not my night or was it not yours doesn't matter who's right you still weren't the friend in the end traitor like many by the color within the true ignorant are those who believe there's something for nothing every thing comes at price even the best gambling man still has to roll the dice so tell me what did you sacrifice what did you lose this time welcome to my shadow march longer then longest lines of the undying to many reason never enough answers here's another here's another who's to say what i would have really said inserted words are as common as your daily bread open your mouth get ready to be fed all the lies, all the cheap shots enough is enough lets see what you really got tough guy are you really ready to die for the small things the minuscule things Welcome to the shadow march Longer then longest lines of the undying To many reasons never enough answer here another www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 332 here another why did this happen to me why did everybody give up when i was at my weakest now ill shall surround myself with those who are silent no ill intent none want revenge they just want to be avenged given the respect do'ly deserved as we all do we want those who wrong us to make it right a little give then a little take welcome to the shadow march Longer then the longest lines of the undying to many reasons never enough answers here's another here's another why did you screw me over was it out of pride were looking for a fight was it just not my night or was it not yours doesn't matter who's right you still weren't the friend in the end traitor like many by the color within the true ignorance are those who believe there's something for nothing every thing comes at price even the best gambling man still has to roll the dice so tell me what did you sacrifice what did you lose this time welcome to the shadow march Longer then the longest lines of the undying to many reasons never enough answers here's a answer here's a answer this is it now its over like the four leave clovers all picked all gone the pound of hammer sounds as nails go in the coffin and your body lies underground welcome to the shadow march Longer then the longest lines of the undying to many reasons never enough answers here's a answer here's a answer this is it now its over like the four leave clovers all picked all gone the pound of hammer sounds as nails go in the coffin and your body lies underground

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 333 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 334 Message of The Great Doers

A message of the great doers of the good Could bring about great change Or It could destroy and maim If the message is not understood Its like leading a child into the dark woods A message of the great doers of the vain Will always remain the same In distaste and depravity lies their game Looking for nothing then more fame Look at me, for I am here for all the world to see John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 335 Met A Girl

Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out of my mind. The way it is. Its hard to say. But i cant forgive. Three strikes your out. I care too much to let you do it around me. Don't you see. I just cant deal with it. Presumptuous is to think, i ll get u tanked so you can use your body the way you want too. Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out of mined. Distanced by her self destructiveness. They say again and again ignorance is truly bliss. Well in this case it is. They say live and let live. Just stay away and that's okay. With indifference as my knife i stab you with heart ache and heart break. The tears fall and theirs no way i can catch em all. Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out my mined. It feels like dying over and over again just beneath the skin. Is their really a god or heaven. Sick is my stomach, a constant churning. A need to help. My heart beats, as the blood pours. Oh wounds so sore. I want so much more. Then some are willing to give. I will not relive the same thing ever again. This is one of those times i cant win. Full blown, retreat. The pain is too much. The love is too much. Enough is enough. Met a girl, oh so fine. She was always looking for a good time. Drove me out my mind. But that all ended that night. I said what others whispered. I was honest and i know it had hurt. It hurt me much worse. Its a curse, i have no fear. Espically when it comes to someone i hold so dear. I rather just disappear then have you near. Too much, its going get rough, too much, it's just too, too much John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 336 Midnight Prayer

I Want To Know Why It Feels Like I'm Wasting My Time. Is Their Anybody Out Their. Am I Out Of My Mind. Please Show Me A Sign. A Sign That Shows Me I'm Fine. Like A Wounded Child I Hide In My Corner Waiting For That Oh So Perfect Day. Tell Me That Days Here. Has It Come And Gone. Is Their No More Second Chances. If You Only Knew How I Felt. But You Won't Even Listen. Not Even For A Second. The World Has Broken. Its Just No Longer Working. I Want To Know Why It Feels Like I'm Wasting My Time. Is Their Anybody Out There. Am I Out Of My Mined. Please Show Me A Sign. A Sign That Shows Me Everything Will Be Fine. Its My Midnight Prayer As Close My Eyes. Waiting For The Next Sunrise. I Hope It Comes Soon Now. I'm Just So Tired Of Waiting. Its Been Over Three Years Now Since We've Gone Our Separate Ways. And I Still Feel Your Presence. Everywhere Around Me. A Ghost Of Material Things, Just Burn Them All Away. And Just Then It Be Okay. I Want To Know Why It Feels Like I'm Wasting My Time. Is There Anybody Out Their. Am I Out Of My Mined. Please Show Me A Sign. A Sign That Shows Me I'm Fine. Weathering Storm, Holding Your Own. But Nobody Can Do It All Alone. There Comes A Time When You Must Swallow Your Pride, Embrace The Love Of Others. It Cant Hurt That Bad Can It. Just Because Your So Strong, Doesn't Mean You Have So Dumb. I Scream, Scream, And Scream I'm Here To Help. But Still You Don't Hear Me. Forever On Deaf Ears. I Want To Know Why It Feels Like Why I'm Wasting My Time. Is Their Anybody Out Their. Am I Out Of My Mined. Please Show Me A Sign. A Sign That Shows Me That I'm Fine. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 337 Miss Nebraska

Met a girl from Nebraska She was a family Friend She helped out when shes can One day that all came end I took her out for dinner I bought her favorite skates We both worked And had not much time to spend together We started dating But one weekend she wanted to go visit her family On a bus we went To Lincoln I never bought the ticket for our way back home I figure this was a good place to start on our own Oh how I was so wrong First thing when we got their she asked if I had any thing against crack I was not sure how to react Their went her paycheck and mine The bank account was to unwind I was completely out of my mined Finally I hit broke, with just 200 in my savings This was an absolute joke So I left a note, telling her that I loved her but I couldn't do this ever again With that I hopped on a bus back home Knowing again I was all alone So tell miss Nebraska as my family now call you how does it go? Within this weekend I spent over 1000 dollar for crack addiction, affliction, She definitely had a sickness. This was the last time I ever went to Lincoln Nebraska

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 338 Missing You Still My Dear Friend

Missing you my dear friend. When will I see you again? God only knows the way this life shall go. We drifted apart so long ago. Riding the clouds. Floating up and down. Missing you still my dear friend. When will I see you again? We had our dreams. We had our enemies. They were one and the same. We got older and we changed. A plague of ill forgotten promises on my end. Someday I hope I can be forgiven. I've been walking this road. God its has gotten so cold. Missing you my dear friend. When will I see you again? Not tomorrow, not this year. Maybe the next. Sometimes I get so vexed by things out of my control. I can play my hand of honesty. Put on a fake smile and say cheese. To those who treat me as if I'm diseased. The ill forgotten soul. Where is it now? I will not bow to the bounds of an agreement of achievements I have not seen yet. Missing you again my dear friend. When will I see you again? We were mere children trying to predict the hand of god. Who would have known what was in store for us back then. We had no alternative motives then to help each other get a little further. A break is what we needed. I failed where you succeeded. Now I cling to those demons. Trying to find the reasoning. Trying to find why life was so misleading. A heart cut open and bleeding. You were protecting me from myself. You were my hero a savior and the greatest I ever have known. I blew it with a dramatic leave of absence. I blew it with the guilt of a thief. I watched it burn in my head with dread. For I knew I was no longer under you wing I was in for a drastic change. It was my re awaking of where the wrong path can lead. Missing you still my dear friend www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 339 So many year have pasted and still I remember our moments. They were every thing I see as golden. But now it harder and harder to go back. Face the truth. Evil am I for in my hand the sword lays. What words can be spoke to make it okay? Never can I or will I forget those days. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 340 Money Is A Very Evil Friend

When a man is not use to receiving help from a true friend. He offers gifts of all kinds. He's afraid that they won't stick around. He has only known monetary friends. So when somebody refuses his gifts he thinks he did something wrong. He next move is thank them repeatedly as if he was asking for forgiveness. Money is a very evil friend. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 341 Morals Of Mans Creation

To all the gays, lesbians, and straights I say you have your sexuality With preferences of eventuality Do deny it, makes you a lier To let someone else deny you it, is being the pacifier To force it upon someone else For a self indulgent stroke of your ego Its not right Just let it go What does religion have do with it? God loves us all equally It's mans book that says its wrong I read it if only to understand where it belongs. It's nothing more then a history book in which some lessons can be learned To claim its the only one A fool you've become A prejudicial closed mind, not of our time Acceptance comes so slow Rejection after rejection You are constantly being denied of basic rights That we all should have It make me sad to here of love that doesn't exist When it really is Abandon the morals of mans creation Create your own And call that place your home John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 342 Morbid Thoughts About A Yodeling Cat

So how would you like to die cat? Would you like it now or later? I got a plastic bag here with your name on it. Just put it in, tie it up, and watch it suffocate. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 343 Mother

The mother is the one whose to suppose love her child above all else Never become a hindrance because of her loneliness because of her unrest A sad state of a fare it is to see your mother go crazy Lose her marbles on at a time And then she gets violent Not in the physical sense But verbally, like a viper she becomes With moods ever changing Sleep deprivation ever rearranging We have names for this All mean the same Shes of the golden age 50 She tries to hide it She tries to fight it She tries to deny it But it is menopause John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 344 Mothers' Love

It rips at the soul the way only a mothers love could do. The freshness of it is yet of the autumn dew. Trees start to turn the colors of reds, yellows and orange. And then is the sadness in which it comes. the first brown leaf being crumbled up and blowing away. It becomes dirt and creates something new. A little baby sprout is growing from it. It carries but the very features she has. One day too, she'll become like the freshness of the autumn dew. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 345 Music To My Ears

Music to my ears Losing all the fears Where they go? They just disappeared If only a moment. It must be savored As if it was a savior The sanity within It is where it begins and ends Welcome to my world friend I live it everyday With every word I say Its a dream I have created Destinies be fated Emotions so jaded Music to my ears Losing all the fears Where they go? they just disappeared If only a moment. It must be savored As if it was a savior The sanity within It is where it begins and ends Never let it stop It is hope beneath my cloths It is my strength It is my everything It grows bigger every day So please follow me this way And maybe I can share In your moments of despair Music to my ears Losing all the fears Where they go? they just disappeared If only a moment. It must be savored As if it was a savior The sanity within It is where it begins and ends John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 346 My Ace Of Such A Black Heart(Revised In Line Form)

Dear you know who. I'm writing again. For better or worse. My card has been played. Its my ace of such a black heart. Forgive me for I don't look my best. I've been through some stress. Its what I use when I need to confess. Its what, its what I use when I'm abused, confused. No matter how much you hurt me I'll never lose. For my mind is mine. Rain or shine, everything will be fine. But I must go I'm running out of time. Dear you know who. I'm writing again. For better or worse. My card has been played. Its my ace of such black heart. It never sways. No matter, how many hip hip hoorays. It takes it place like a disease. The fuel, the fire. To burn, to urn. What you want is what you need. Just to breath, just to see. Again and again. I ask forgive me for my miss deeds, that lye in the malcontent of my heart. Be careful how hard you fight, how succulent you kiss. Because love takes you, makes you, breaks you. Tares you in two. I'm fighting myself. Dear you know who. I'm writing again. For better or worse. My card has been played. Its my ace of such a black heart. I think I should of stayed. But that wasn't the way. You keep telling me it'll be okay. But I know what I gave to the depraved. I feel so indifferent. My body goes numb. I was dumb down the very last bone and now I must deal with this alone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 347 My Addiction

Its an addiction, and their is no stopping it. Writing what could be considered books. Remember their looks, down to the very last detail. Fiction or fantasy, the stories envelope my very being. I become part of it. Drifting in and out. A catatonic state. A slap in a face. And i hear the words wake up. If only others could see what i see. The colors mean nothing, without them you will compensate. Draw a picture full of words. That brings to life all that which relates. Sometimes its angels, sometimes its demons. But their is always something that can be learn from it. It is my history of my memories written in fantasy. Coded to protect those i speak of. No matter what they did. I do not name names. Or create false claims. At times i might seem insane, and just maybe that's what i want you to believe. So i don't draw to much attention to my self. Be simple, yet so complex that people around you become vexed by your action. Feed them sh*t and keep them in the dark, as was once said to me. Don't bring strays home you can't feed. Don't start something you can't finish. Don't believe everything you hear. Theirs a lesson in every aspect of life. I'm still just a kid compared to someone twice my age. And i feel as hard as I've had it, that man still knows more and is wiser. So remember even if such a person treats you like sh*t. Still you must not lash out against them. But instead try to understand them. For we are all ignorant of something. To think we are better then others is flawed no matter who you are. To be shallow is a mistake in which i will not participate. Let them die not ever knowing who you really are. Or what your really about. Is a very lonely existence. To have expectation dashed in such a way is cruel and unjustified but it happens. Their a first for everything. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 348 My Angel (In Response To A Poem Called My Knight)

Sometimes what we love the most will never see the light. Not in a way most people understand. A occasional midnight cry that is only heard through words. A plea for help and understanding. A calm steady hand in need of a little bit of mending. That angel still whispers to me on a scarce night. One where the wind blows a certain way. As prayer for a better day. With the stars glistening under the twilight. And the flames burning bright. I don't need her. When the stars dim and the fire fissile out. When the darkness engulfs my own since of being. She is my angel and she is always there waiting. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 349 My Appetite from My Emptiness

I got an appetite. It's burning for everyone of you. It matters. It has to. Gotta keep going. Got deploy my own method to madness. Yeah rewire this. Think in a all of suddenness. Just absolutely craziness. Yeah I see bliss. It sits on the other side. As memories subside and become part of your life. Then that knife slowly moves away from the rope. No longer is the fall so high. All pain subsides. No longer a need to hide behind close doors and walls. Boundaries no longer exist. No longer a social outcast. Acceptance of a eventuality. It's not destiny. It's fate. Can anyone relate. In the way in which this world I contemplate. Everything is at stake. Feeling every ache. Here is your plate today. Eat your fill or isn't real. An emptiness. An appetite. Here's the deal. I'm just a man. Just like anyone. Trying to live my life the best way I know how. Trying to overcome my own doubts. Writing for the understanding. In this world I'm demanding. Everything and anything. From every taste, touch, feel. With every new sensation. I need another one. Cause it only makes me feel a little more good. Experimentation a man once said to me. I believe that's true, but in a different sense. There are certain occasion's where one must take a risk. A chance to get hurt. A chance to deliver a letter to someone not yet known. Hello my friend. Its nice to hear from you again. How are you doing in that far away place? How is your little escape going? Listen to the release. A heart felt emotion. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 350 Slow is the commotion. Peace and tranquility. Look at how easy that is. All because I got an appetite. Eating it all up. Please say tonight will never be my last. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 351 My Beautiful Refuge

It has gone quite. Where did everybody go. Oh alone in this world. An understanding with a promise. A sacrifice with a price. Straight through the gates hell. Locked captive forever to be held. Their is no key. Their is no way to be free. Four solid brick walls. Their closing in. Their shrinking. And I'm suffocating. Accepting and almost enjoying every minute of it. A sickly need to be by myself. Hiding my heart high upon a shelf. I need it for nothing else. Solitude oh my beautiful refuge. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 352 My Cancer

A little more has died A life so disguised A million masks One for each day So happy I got all the answers One of them is my cancer A world full of blood All for what we call love So we can fake it So we can take it It's all ours A little more has died But at least I can say I tried A million tasks One for each day So busy No time for answers I already got one, Its called cancer A world for the innocent A road to the oblivion A mouth full of razor blades So cut up Mangled by the verbal Some words are best left unsaid Better for the undead A little more has died A child wonder why A million people have asked One for each day So much agony Looking for all the right answers But I got is this cancer Another tragedy An accident that can't be undone A noose hanging off the wall A phone rings But nobody's there to answer the call A little more has died Another lost soul has been denied A million that will never last One for each day So angry No more answers All I got left is my cancer

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 353 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 354 My Chance Gone

Always in line and that's for a time. But my patience is growing thin. Something eating at me within. I missed my chance to dance. To fly in a way I have yet to do. Think you know me you don't f*ck you. That's the way those who fake it will always be. Games. To the very end. I will not defend a false pretense. A lie that will wither me away. No that will not be okay. Don't come expecting me to open my heart. A fools cruel joke. Your on your ends, no way out. Looking down when you should be looking up. So just shut up before you make judgement. I'm cold because I was made this way. I care not when your in dire straights any more then if you weren't. Its sink or swim. Get use too it. Control or be controlled. Its my life and I will not make a sacrifice it at the whims of others. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 355 My Credence

No bother just explaining it without really explaining it. Its Metaphorically Speaking Metaphorically preaching. Its my candle I light every night. Not yours or the authors. So to burden someone with something I can carry. Why I ask? No I will not share the bag of bricks. For guilt burns, hot to the touch. Carrying a coal as if its my own soul. Maybe it is. We are all victims. To that which what I call life. It hands us cards and tell us to play. I doesn't have to be fair or equal. We just have to do the best with what has been dealt. Like it or not who we are is who we are. We can't change but only make it better with each heart felt letter. I have my words Just as he does. I'm not jealous or envious, for doing it non stop is torturous. Because I do it too, but I need it as this feeling that I have keeps me going. Like I was always meant to do this. Cursed with this side ways verse. I see it backwards hovering in the air. Its just up there. It stares right back at me. And then comes to my finger tips, or my lips, or a pen moves to the paper with strokes so fast. So in a sense it will never come to pass. For it is how this talent was created. What is given can be so easily taken. So I must use it every day. Even if it hurts. My time, my pleasure to unending measure, so mistakes won't be repeated. Great is my credence. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 356 My Dear Mistress

My dear mistress You put on your make up You put on your fancy cloths Your services paid for in good dues Dirty laundry in high places is kept Every night inside the soul is wept But still you go on yet As you have always done As you are doing right now As you always will Past Present Future Till you're used up goods All alone Nobody wants you Nobody ever wanted you for you With an sensational appetite to violate you in every way One after another Running a train of the elite Money you come to love so well Will be your hell For upon acquiring it people come at you for different reasons. To take you for everything you have My dear mistress I can only pray for your forgiveness John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 357 My Desolate Desert

I leave a pool of water in my wake The water turns black Contaminated by all the proclamations You'll do this I'll believe it when I see it Not like you ever needed too This has become so cut throat The wall is protecting the moat Do you really think things were alright Maybe I'm just a little uptight What is right is right At least for tonight Tomorrow is tomorrow Lead my heart an I shall follow Roasting another fellow like a marsh mellow Suffocating you with a white fluffy pillow I think I have gotten shallow A point of no return Moving on Our song has begun It'll last for awhile But sooner or later all that's left is a broken smile The rage of the blood thirsty crocodile Held inside The soul has died Prides comes before the fall So come on make that call To the unknown The wind is blowing me down The body beaten The sounds that make angels cry The loss of love in all their eyes Their is no compromise No middle ground can be found In this desolate desert Bird of a feather Flock together At least till a change of weather The ugly duck just had enough Lost Out of a home So alone Getting sick Becoming a prick The body gets so cut up Living on the edge Make another please People fall Others get it all Moneys never a factor Its the reactor A time bomb waiting to blow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 358 Then it goes Time to rebuild again Nobody ever wins John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 359 My Drunken Stupor

In a drunken stupor I wonder what I should create From the back my mind a light goes off They say its part of the creative process But I wonder if I'm actually making any progress Or am I going backwards tripping all over myself I drank tonight to make an unending headache go away. Buzzed I hope does deteriorate my writing ability That probably sounds kind of silly Of course it does It must For my vision get kind of blurry, so my thoughts must also Remembering what I write from word to word is kind of absurd This is my drunken stupor John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 360 My Essence

A poetic and quiet symbolic meaning. Life can be quiet deceiving. Protecting your heart can tear people apart. Whats good for you isnt for others. Smoke covers it all. Impartiality can be your down fall. Sitting waiting contemplating your life away. Before you know its gone and your still alone. Actions speak louder then words. The best men always do, but don't always think things through. Can you hear me now. I want to cure the cancers of this world. I want to destroy all the evil. All the cruelty, unfairness. One at a time, a good heart in mind. Leaving the past behind. The pain is gone, as comes dawn. No longer a mere pawn. I will not be your sacrifice, you will be mine. Too many have walked on me. To many have stolen what wasn't theirs. Bringing nothing but despair. But i have the power to choose the whose who. Destiny thrown a strew. Get out of my way or let the chips fall where they may. Time is my only essence and embodiment. Oh how my soul knows. I'm officially in control and on a roll. Thiers a ravage beast that has come out in me. It has no mercy, a victim of it own creation by its own aggrevation. the pure desolation and seperation has help me to create it. Angry when i otherwise i would never be. Amused by the misfortunes, who have earned it. Look at others like side show. Pay to see it. Pay to achieve it. A financeal gain has left so many stains on a world so cold. But never shall i grow old without what i want. Others first, bullsh*t I'm totally against it. Your shirt off your back for another, hell no, i dont care if you call me brother. Ruthlessness is my new game. My essence which has sharp and deadly teeth design to sink in and never let go no matter how long or loud they scream. You have awoken my demon in me. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 361 My Evil Army

Caught between what i want. And what i don't want to let go. A tease. A taste so sweet. Where should we meet. How about half way. trying to make everything okay. Shes still chasing my heart. But it has been lost. While pandora's box was opened. Secrets kill. Playing the game with one thing in mind. I got souls to steal. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, a thief. An evil army, my evil army. A cult of fantasy. A sexing orgy. A slumber of misery. Pull away. Get in their face. Show them your ready to race. It mine, all mine. Selfish to the last drop. Theirs poison in the water and i wont drink from it. Try to make me, try to break me. You wont change me. Oh no, I'm needed to lead an army. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, a thief. An evil army, my evil army. Sick thoughts run my head. As the blood is shed. Pure hatred is like sunlight under a magnify glass on my skin. Oh how its burning. War was declared, as smoke filled the air. Oh i need oxygen just to breath. Something choking me that i cant see. The sun rises then falls. My plans dont change or wane. I must lead an army. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, thief. An evil army, my evil army. Oh it my all mine, my evil army. Baking as I'm waking. Hot on the outside, cold on the inside. Stop trying to feel, what ain't real. Its mask, just f*ck me over. Come on now's your chance. Lets dance toe to toe. Put on a show, and i will still go. Doesn't matter what was written in the snow. Lust turns to dust. the rust comes off. Sorry but i must lead army. Breaking into heaven with a lier, a cheat, a thief. An evil army. Its my evil army. We will destroy you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 362 My Failings Are My Own

My failings are my own I don't blame it any one Take responsibility as one would say But it doesn't just die there For I do not live in despair My failings are my own long ago the seeds were sewn And now a plant grow. A weed just maybe. But watch as the most beautiful blooms It is just early to assume My failings are my own No victim here Their is no hiding and trying just disappear I won't shed a single tear For life is to short to cry over spilled milk Watch as I weave my own pretty silk My failing are my own So if I'm all alone I'm still warm I got a place to call home The calmness before the storm The order before the chaos My failings are my own I accept it I'm for no reject Its not trick I carry no special trinket luck wishing is as well wishing And that's a place I don't want t go fishing For My failing are my own Their was no clone I did it, as I always have Its already so long past time ticking by so fast The failures could never forever last I say again Repeated within My failings are own I need no scapegoat I need not hide behind a moat For my failings are my own

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 363 My Forgotten Angel I'm Without You

The eyes bleed form the insides The head collapses on impact How am I suppose to react The sweat pours from my forehead You were thought to be dead With so much left unsaid Forgotten angel Forgotten angel I'm so sorry You lied in a comma Three years pasted The doctor said you'd never wake Oh how the heart breaks Forgotten angel Forgotten angel You've missed so much since you supposedly died I got married And it wasn't you Now I feel so blue Sad Twisted Torn Ripped into a thousand pieces Let me choke till my breathing ceases I got a couple nieces Baby twins I wonder if I can ever be forgiven Forgotten angel Forgotten angel Oh the mistake I made But I now got to be brave I won't allow myself to be torn in two A get well card will never due My forgotten angel Being so brave My forgotten angel Learning to talk again My forgotten angel Learning to walk again I will stay away once your okay So I don't wonder what could have been I feel like your next of kin I will pretend we were never together at all I will always want to answer that phone call www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 364 My forgotten angel I'm sorry I can't I moved on without you Without you John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 365 My hate has created your love

With your happiness comes my peace. Finally the pain will cease. You clinged like a disease. Not willing to let go. But now i know. I am happy for you. Please work, please break the curse. Don't make it worse. Help the fallen, cure the sick, get rid of all the bad habits. Being so demanding has brought me the answer. I have been so longing. Fighting so something so great can take hold. Letting go so i never follow down the same road. Distraction of attraction. Let love numb everything. Making it all better with an unsigned letter. A past of heart ache. Watching the new flowers blossom. Not all intentions are same. Rules of the game. Hurt to help. A twist in fate. Can anyone relate. Rest your head. With magic from god above. Sometimes we all need a push or shove. Whats best for you isn't always best for me. Sometimes in chaos comes harmony. Beautiful is hate when it creates such things. The passion, the driving force that can destroy can also build. It just a matter of how its used. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 366 My Heaven

With a brittle crack I hear something snap Oooww I think it was my back. Here let me get it off for someone else. It's not my problem you deal with it. I'm doing my own thing if you don't mind if I do. I welcome help, but not at the cost of ones character. I demand civil liberties, as so many before have said. A slave to nothing. I do what I want, because I want like anybody else. Selfish I keep hearing voices in my head Well if so it is the path I shall go. If I can lift other to the heavens I will. Even if my heaven is small. It's the one I truly enjoy. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 367 My Heaven Falling In On Me

Its My Heaven Falling In On Me. A Sick Sensation. A Child Thrown Into The Real World. No Time For Fun. Your Life Has Already Begun. Holding Others Up Above Your Shoulders. Do What You Have To Do. Its Cold Outside, But Somehow We Must Still Survive. Were Starving And Cant Afford Food, But Still We Must Survive. Living The Best We Can Is All We Ever Can. Anger Rise Inside Their Eyes, And They Ask Why Have You Done This Too Me. Oh Why, Why Is It My Heaven Is Fallen In On Me. A Sick Sensation. Can't Make One Mistake. Its A Life Or Death Sentence. Accomplishments Mean Nothing. As They Always Have. Blame Anyone And Everyone. But Still The Fault Is Ultimately Our Own. The Seedling Must Be Watered Before It Can Be Grown. Life Can Be Taken Away As Easily As Its Given So Never Forget It. Everything Is Lesson, And This Is The Age Wisdom For Me. Even As My Heaven Is Falling In On Me. I Cant Stop Any Of It. Only Better Myself Because Of It. Make Friends Of Fortune. Make Friends Of Hurt And Pain. That's The Way I Must Survive. For Love Is The Only Answer To This Cancer. So Let My Heaven Fall On Me. I'll Hold It Up As Long As I Can. And Just Maybe I Wont Be The Only One There. In My Time Of Despair. Do What You Have To Do. Turn A Blind If You Must. But I Will Not. Because You Just Never Know. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 368 My Insides

Draw it straight from the insides. It the only way I know how to survive. Unending suffering. And not an ounce of remorse or leniency. Destroying everything I love but I'm still here. Keeping the flame burning. Through the torture Through the pain. Through the slaughter of memories that just won't go away. You just can't have my soul. Take me straight to hell Poke at me with a pitch fork right above the fire. All you do is inspire. The army continues to beat in my heart. The tears fall from my face like rain. Do everything I can to just to say to sane. Again your hounds bite me in the leg. The blood gushs and oozes out right from my body. If I die here know it was without fear. As a man I will stand before you not bowing But looking straight into your empty blank eyes. Complete darkness envelopes me. And this is it. Goodbye with utmost sincerity and with the love that I hope you will receive from the god above. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 369 My Little Sister

See you again my dear friend. You brought music to my heart. You've changed so much. You grew up. You are not what i once i thought you were. My dear little sister, don't ever let him hurt you. Just call upon me and I'm there... It may not be by blood, but its enough. Dark were those days when you lived without a place to stay. Got to keep going, got to make things right. This is too you and the things you had to go through. See you again my dear friend. You have brought music to my heart. Listen closely its sound of a babies unborn kicking. Just remember girl when you fall apart, I will be their in darkness and despair. I will be prepared. a shoulder to lean on. a arm to cry on. So strong and so afraid to show any tears. Just remember I always be near. my dear little sister. See you again my dear friend. you brought music to my heart. with so many words I try to mend. Unsettling it is to know what you go through. Every day i lye awake thinking of another way to make it okay and get the pain to fade. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 370 My New Year

Feeling my age, not yet ready to get off the stage. its last curtain call then it falls. Another year comes to an end and another one begins. listen to the people hear the thousands as they scream so loud. a night to be proud. a night to reach for the clouds. dreams a plenty, changing are so many. time settle down. time to look ahead and instead of constantly look back. its in the here and now. not some faded memory. the energy is building. the moment is increasing. then everything explodes. what is all this commotion? its my new year. it my new year. creating a world without fear. making all the demons disappear. with my words so sincere. It over before you know it so just sit back and enjoy it. with a wicked grin i can say this my new year. my year oh yeah ... John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 371 My Northern Lights

I am happy of who I am. Their is not a alternate fantasy. Emotions swell inside me. I know what my purpose and goals are And they don't reach that far. In my mind I think I'm fine. When they think I'm not. They try get me to sit on the chair as they listen. To tell them of my problems. I'm sorry but will not. Writing is my therapy. Writing is my solution. I create another world. Please don't try to tell me to stop. For it will destroy everything. Just listen as my heart explodes. Sends all kind of colours shooting across the midnight sky. This is my northern lights and I want them to shine bright. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 372 My Sometimes

A distant memory. An old story. Every once in awhile we must wipe the dust off the pages we have written. A clean slate. The magic eraser. No more favors. Time for a new flavor. Something with a little more taste. Nothing against anyone. But their is a time comes when you must enough. Cant twist my arm again. Not that it needed much twisting. Sometimes you cant be so forgiving. Sometimes oh my sometimes. Reminiscing of what i might be missing. That's a life shall not be living. Its the here and now and i will not bow. F*ck all the distractions. Keep an open mind, but don't waste your time. hate me because i see the impossibility. Friends with benefits isn't for me. I'm not angry i just want whats best for me. my mission, my perfect endeavor. I will push that lever watch it all go by-by. Cause sometimes, oh sometimes, oh my sometimes John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 373 My Soul For The World

Like Any Poet I'm Writing Thoughts Out. Trying To Perfect My Emotions. Trying To Perfect Every Action. Trying To Perfect My Devotion. Just Feeling It Out. Another Climatic Embrace. Another Race All The Way To Top. Its One Of Those Lets See What Got. Well Its Not A Lot. But Its Me, And The Way I Want It To Be. Its Not Another Destiny. Open You Eyes And See Me For Me. Everything I Put Down Is A Reminder Of Where I Came From, What I Went Through. And Its Something I Must Hold On To. I Can Almost Smell And Taste All Of It. Its Not Another Over Active Imagination. It A Realty That's Still My Destination. There's No Cause For Celebration. Just Meditate, So You Don't Hesitate When The Time Comes. Practice Makes Perfect. Another Portrait Portrayed In Such A Way. Its Just Amazing. At A Constant Awe. So I Thank God For Every Breath I Take. A Precious Life, In A Little Place I Call Earth. Every Time I Fall Down I Have To Have Something To Pick Me Back Up. And This Is My Moment Written In Stone. I Will Never Be Alone. Memories Can't Be Forgotten. Even If They Become Stale And Start Rotting. I Was Made For A Purpose And Finding It Is My Answer. All In Or Fold. Got To Stay In Control. For Its My Soul. And I Won't Give It Up Even For The Whole World. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 374 My Stand

Don't tell me i cant, i wont. Oh no no you don't. I am my own man. Watch as i take stand. Their no black or white when it comes to whats wrong. Theirs only grey. What else can i say. Don't tell me i cant, i wont. Oh no no you don't. I am my own man. Watch as i take a stand. Am over reaching just maybe. But what gives you the right to preach to me. Just step off, back up. Enough is enough. Don't tell me i cant, i wont. Oh no no you don't. I am my own man. Watch as i take a stand. The blind shall never follow the weak. Even if i don't know everything, don't mistake this ignorance for stupidity. I'm just not that dumb. Your fun is at the expense of others. Another, another, oh brother. Don't tell me i cant, i wont. Oh no no you don't. I am my own man. Watch as i take a stand. Against all odds. Against someone who thinks their god. I say come on, bring it in any flavor. it still wont save you. The strings are gone forever gone. Don't tell me i cant, i wont. Oh no no you don't. I am my own man. Watch as i take my stand. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 375 My Wall

I'm running Like a coward Whose going to be devoured by the serpent Please take a bite of that forbidden apple Open your eyes and see The devil is inside you and me Corruption of the innocence in the lack of forgiveness Dirty deeds bleed from all of humanity Sins of a forgotten society So long ago Who would have known This was how it was going to be If we did We have done things very differently as kids Made the most of the important years A turn around Is what you would have found More hero's And very little zero's Less suicides Less broken marriages Less drunks livers failing Less obesity Less of everything you and me see It's not destiny It's not fate It's how we relate to the choices that will be made A convenience that deceives us Tell us how to live And what must give It's just a dribble on this paper It's how it ends with her Like all those that came before Its not a war It can't be won strategy Or a analogy Instead it best left alone Another Wall Shield me in such dire times Please never make me rewind John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 376 My, My, My Crazy Family

My mom and dad, russ, and chris. My step mom and dads, eidy, richard, marty. My brothers, micheal, bear and joe. My sisters, big tiff, little tiff, black head lory, red head lory, kim, betty. My by marriage brothers, duck, and rick. My by marriage sisters, amanda, stacey, and tammy. My gram mothers, mama, and nana, My grandfathers, Pap(Had 4 brothers all 5 of them fought in world war2) , Papa(also fought in world war2) . My uncles and aunts, uncle david, aunt cathy, aunt carol, aunt edna, ect. My family is just so huge I can't list them all Imagine the dating situation. The pickings get pretty slim. Especially when my blood line goes to place I don't even know. But eh I guess that how every family goes. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 377 Mysterys Solved

With all the shades of truth absorbed does it become black and white? A settlement with ones own agenda, does the agenda succeed? A proceed of honesty, does this create enough hope? At a loss of words, will I choke? Is it so easy to accept what you don't understand? In every action lies a question to be followed Like two peas in a pod beware With a love I over analyse and write While some become fiction Other are very real But I will not point you in the right direction For mysteries must be solved on ones own accord John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 378 Naristic Hate

I continue too write. as if it could fix it. I'm so broken. and i don't even know where to begin. i waged war on every friend i had. in the end i lost. what a cost. Horrible and dishonorable. treachery a foot. some would say bull. But i knew better. es were what i knew best. Yet i don't know if anything i did was success. it did more damage then good. it turned one burden into many. i created plenty of enemies. But that was nothing compared to the 5 friends lost. they say everything comes at cost. mine was just too much to bear. it just brought more dis pare. I'm still broken. I'm still hated and aggravated. another liar another story all for a little glory. can we say narcissistic and so unrealistic. its still beyond my comprehension of the reason. other than pure hate. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 379 Never Been Here Before

Never been here before, I'm on top of the world. Never been here before, but I still i walk through door. Venture into to the unknown. I'm no longer alone. You brought me to my knees. God how I want to please. I want to cure every disease. One at a time that's fine. Never been here before, I'm on the top of the world. Never been here before, but still I walk through the door. A uncertainty for eternity I thought. But its not. Look at this shiny rock. Look at what I got. Its a miracle with a wave of the hand. The rain stops, the flood halts before my feet. The feeling is so sweet. Some days you look good enough to eat. Never been here before, I'm on top of the world. Never been here before, but still I will walk through that door. Moving mountains. Making thunder without a single blunder. Such great chemistry, it has infected me. With a great sense of irony Defying the order of chaos. Creating something from a loss. When I can't afford the cost. still I do it, still I fight right through it. Feet burning, soul urning, mind churning. Life so supprising. So many secrets. Devulge some please. Never been here before, im on top of the world. Never been here before, but still I walk through the door. Walk through this door, this door. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 380 Nieve Narcist

Speaking straight from the heart. when your world falls apart, who do you turn to? who is your angels with wings? With every new day comes a new mystery that needs solving. Answers are not opinions, but major decisions. Here is another one. like candy I'm handing them out. For if i can't fix this place, maybe then i can at least fix myself. The need to be needed. I'm bleeding on the bedroom floor and I've been here before. Its the power of my own self destruction. my reluctance to let anyone else in. for i live in sin and i feel so dirty and just cant get clean. words so obscene cant even describe me. For i got multiple personalities. major mood swing. from happy, upset, depressed, angry, to absolutely crazy. so many emotions sniping in my head. Death i welcome most days, id offer him a drink but i don't feel i have the time. got to keep moving so that for moment i feel slightly normal. living a life that actually makes sense. yeah right, I'm swimming in a false pretense. a naive narcissist that's what i am. Or maybe I'm just I'm just one of the dammed. fighting for nothing but my self preservation. knowing no luxury. cooped up in a hole. waiting for that chance. i got to prove something. just never know what. and that's just kind of screwed up. pick fights cause what i want i can never have. and probably don't even deserve. If i don't judge myself who will. tried by your peers will never measure up. to much bias every which way. so here am tell me what you I think. tell me what you hate. it might give me a reason to celebrate. it wont change anything. cause no matter what my actions are I'm still not the better man. I'll lose the fight before you can get one word in. its just who i am. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 381 Nigerians

In Nigeria oh the constant sadness it brings scam after scam oh how they love wealthy American men and women oh how dark desires brings so much dismay. with a photograph and the perfect speech they fall one by one hook line and sinker in only a couple days oh they preach tho are the poor Nigerians the men behind the women's mask faceless is the task money is what binds them to you with words like glue their plans fall through I'm sorry but you have just been screwed And you might ask by who oh tho are the poor Nigerians John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 382 Nightmares (Revised, In Line Form, Oh and Viewable)

Chills run up my spine. Pictures of bodies rising out of the ground. Its another nightmare. Its another nightmare. Its my nightmare. With word as my weapons. I cut through the book ages. With my hollow mind I bear the secrets of the darkest despair. Suicide on the mined. I'll save you. I'll save you. And still you died. The picture fades. But such a gruesome scene screws up the head in ways never seen before. Still chills run down my spine. Pictures of bodies rising out of the ground. Its a nightmare. Its a nightmare. Its my nightmare. The tears run red. Using leeches to get bled. Strangers laying in your bed. A Grievance with the undead. A broken wedlock with dire consequences. Memorabilia with a satanic meaning. Going crazy, getting sick coughing up blood. The clown with a wicked smile wants to give you a hug. Chills still run down my spine. Pictures of bodies rising out of the ground. Its a nightmare. Its a nightmare. Its my nightmare. Being buried alive. Darkening skies. An eclipse of an false sunrise. Spider creepy crawling out of my eyes. A bleeding in the brain disguised. A doctor performing surgery while your awake. The fears have reappeared. Chill still run down my spine. Its a nightmare. Its a nightmare. Its my nightmares. My nightmares John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 383 No Control Over Me

You think I need you. Well I'm sorry you do. Here's a clue. Screw that. The power you had is gone like a broken contract. I rather wait for the dawn alone. I won't be manipulated by useless whims. And that's a fact. I don't want or need. I just get by until I see change. Rearrange the mentality of such a fictitious reality. You want me then chase. Because I'm in a race. So what ever you do don't get in the way. Because I won't stay. Standing still dulls the mind. Limits your time. I have so much to give. Why would you want to destroy it. Face it. Embrace the Idea that I can't be tamed. Even by calling me names. Playing on my pity. You know I have a little dignity. So leave for I hate those who deceive. For my souls at peace and always will be. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 384 No Dad

What if your have no father? This is me On a day such is this Its just so hard to forget The great wonderful man, I never had No teacher, No discipline, No one to aspire to Nobody with greatness that I can call dad John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 385 No Distractions

I'm into it again and again. A mind at ease. Inner peace if you please. Destine to pursue desires that I'll never fully get. Still I feel no regret. That what I'm here for. There no special solution to this world. Misery and suffering is all in your head. Be happy as you feel. Be gods gift or gods rift doesn't really even matter. Two sides of the same coin. I think I might be just tiny bit insane. But that's makes everything even better. I'm climbing the evolution latter. I'm solving my own little riddles so aptly with a sense of self satisfaction. All the drama passes by with the dawn of another fulfilling day. I have this to put myself to use. Sometimes I get a little lost and confused. But I always eventually find my way. And in this is an answer to a drive inside. It my guide to how I must survive. Buried so many memories in far away place. So they can't be a distraction that gets in my way. Ambition is my ammunition. And with this bullet added. I'm lock and loaded. So come on lets have fun. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 386 No Fair, is Fair

No fair, is fair. Beware of those demons. For their not true. Deny me the right and I'll come forth right. Who are you to tell me what to do? It's my choice. Think you know me. Bring it on I'm just getting started Like a falling hero, I'm come in wounded And I will leave only when I'm truly hurt. Meaning I'm never truly be leaving at least not on your accord. Babble on fortune teller. Give the kick to me like good old yellow. Die Burn And Rot Wither away with the coming age Turn the page and their will be a new history. One unknown. Not of you But of I It is how it works. Everyone must die. ~I am of the ignorant, but not to the point of not defending my self. ~John Bastian. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 387 No More Love

This is last time. Quiting a bad habit for good. I knew I could. Goodbye to the life as I know it. Bring it on. I'll take it anyway I can get it. With the discipline of waiting on my calling to those white pearly gates. With the emotional strength of hundreds of thousands of people everyday In your arms I was denied. NO ONE loves me. Not today, All I receive is the everyday pity. Don't waste your time. Cause their is not a tear shed through my eyes. I'm not sad. I'm just moving on. How can you be sad over something you never had. Disgust with dignity. Indifference to infinity. Just ignore me I'm not even here. Like the whispers behind the silence that envelopes my ears. I can sense your fear. I'm not a serial killer. I just don't fit that profile. Crazy maybe. But so is everyone else in this not so perfect little world. Forgive me if I hurl. I'm already sick of you and it was but a mere passing. It would be better off fasting. No I will not take it. I'm just not hungry enough to swallow. The stomach bubbling. A feeling yet wanting. It just won't go away. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 388 No One Should Ever Silence You

People are probably are getting tired of it Ready to tell me to shut hell up But they just don't get it. The message must reach It must be heard Even If sounds quite absurd Let my passion fill the pages Let it carry out the answers To diabolic equations Let it be sensation To the hearts and mines of those who know of love To the hearts and mines of those are down on their luck. Your not the only one They're a million of us. Each screaming. Of the harsh reality in which we are living. Get angry for we should not be so forgiving If this only reaches one person Then I have accomplished my mission. Know you can speak too. No one should ever silence you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 389 No Time

I'm here to tell you tonight. I'm here to tell you what is right is right. A little action, a little satisfaction. No time for overreaction. Just do what you have to do. No time to argue. The simple life exponentially. Multiply, and divide as so many worlds collide. So many people to know. Saying goodbye as you say hello, don't you know. Never attached, as a free spirit should be. Peace and tranquility everyday with me. Sight isnt for how far you can see. Its more of comprehending whats already their. No time to despair about what might be off the distance. No time for the premonitions. Now with the best hopes and wishes. Sometimes if your not careful you'll miss it. No time to be overwhelmed. No to be stressed. With each success comes a new mess and a headache go with it. So build that acceptance into the foundation before you ever expect your feet to stay solid to the ground. No time to be overworked. No time to be a jerk. Gotta to party with the up and downs. Cause theirs just no time, no time, no time to waste in the rocky life we all embrace. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 390 No Votes For You

A nobody is who we need. Not a puppet on some strings. A choice vote A angry vote An absence of vote Some choice words To those elitist who think its funny. Screw your money. You do not have my support No matter your tactics of resort. Splash the t.v. screens with images of nothing but you An idol, A hero If that was only so But We Know! ! ! This is my slogan. Let it take effect in the hearts and minds of the people who brought you to power. With promises of well wishes. That never happened. A disabled man with no legs can't even afford his own medicine Life sustaining, Life needing Screw your health care. With words utter under my breath. I see your mess. It's even worse then the last. The undereducated are becoming educated very fast. Beautiful internet She teaches in ways that you can only hope to destroy Cuts in education, what a revelation. You words are heard only with stagnation You claims of spending to save the economy utter bullshit Nothing is made in America anymore. So who are we really supporting. Keeping a job for the minimum wage slob. But what about those thousand of jobs overseas. One for you and me. What a specialty Its the deal of century. Well I will not support such a name That is completely insane John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 391 Not A Masterpiece For The Kids

I build my masterpiece Retched and rotten I sat on the ground for to long Now its all wrong So out of place That I don't even recognize my own face Its all a blur So I sit and stir A merge A blend of paints Trying to draw the saints But I already know they ain't Its plain to see From what has been giving to me Its not perfect Its a catastrophe Utter destruction Poor in taste I think I need some mace I know how to make a waste of something so fake I'd rather draw a picture of a lake Pure and clean At least it seems But who ever really knows Only time shows What is what And who really gives a fruck Another donation to some christian organization So some vip can have a boy sex slave on a regular basis So defacing I rather write on the wall Graffiti as true art It comes straight from the heart Kids and their imagination Someday they will meet my demon And the choices will be very bleak No where near as neat Its of the here and now I sit in awe Another wow I'm dumbfounded by the very limitations Of a mind Who must grow up Only to realize our world its completely gone Now go play with that rubber duck in the tub Enjoy life while its fun Then get ready to run John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 392 Not For A Single Entity

If you can see the unattainable. Set forth an embark for someone to continue on when you're gone. Sometimes a single life time is not enough. So share in our goals and ambitions to really achieve what we desire. Not for single entity. But for the entire humanity. One can not predict the future. But one can generate it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 393 Not Impossible

was told impossible. I was told impassible. But I don't plan on stopping. Can't doesn't exist in my vocabulary. Deny me if you want. But I'm heading in the same direction. My goals are the same. They haven't waned or changed. Another heartbreaking letter. Sorry we just cant accept ya. So be it. I'll still achieve it. Ill rewrite the way things are done from the inside out. Success isn't measured in monetary gain. But how much you change things for the better or worse. Its fame of a unknown name. Cant complain, for I do what I love, so lets thank the gods above. Many and the mighty will fall before my feet. Not for a greetings. But to silence me. Stop me from breaking the system in two. Leaving a note that says screw you in pretty quotes. Yeah I'm that kind of bloke and my determination has re awoke. I am the sleeping giant, gallant and honest. I'm sorry you see me as a pawn to be used as a tool with fates so cruel. I will overcome for I'm not dumb. I read most like a book. Yeah I know that look. I'm down but not out. I was there just a couple weeks ago. Still I get told no. But its not impossible not unpassable. For the sun eventually breaks through the darkest clouds. So walk proud, even if feel lost, for you'll be found and be rebound packaged so sweet. That some will say neat. An awe is all you need to get moving once more. It opens all kinds doors, and with that lets explore what they're for. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 394 Not No More

You say go ahead walk out the door. I do that so what are you mad at. What didn't you think i could do it alone, or on my own. Well guess i proved you wrong. This is where my heart belonged. So you can only imagine the pain. You could of told me to stay, and it would of been okay. Twisting everything i say. And still i miss you in a weird kind of way. I still love you to till this day. But that doesn't help any more. No, no, not no more. No not no more. Getting drunk, getting stoned, washing it all away, in blue Cleveland shot glass, and a bowl so tiny. for personal use only. having a good time losing my mined. Its not fine. Just stay away. I'm time bomb i could explode at any moment. Counting down the days. The sun slowly fades. The coldness starts to burn my skin. But i still feel nothing. Hated, by my own obligations. Another bad invitation. Spin the constellation. Remap everything. False claims, bullsh*t games. You cant hurt me no, no, not no more, no not no more. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 395 Now Just Remember Your Own Words 'Just a Friend'

The number of times I have told you The amount of times I've asked you The existence of a preexisting condition. Like a mental case Just a friend Nothing more to show The tease of the week but just a friend Always and forever just a friend But where did you go If that was so Walk away only to come back tomorrow In tears of sorrow Hate your mom cause she tries to help Standing on your own And all alone Just pick up the phone But you won't Got to entertain tonight Got move on with show And then you their yet again Just a friend Then why do you want to dance I know you I know where you want it I know the way you want it Just a friend Back off man A kick to the nuts Dropping to your knees with a what the (You Fill In The Blanks) Just a friend A dangerous game is being played With every word you say Big brother I've been and never will be Not to you You just don't get it Just a friend But just a piece of (You Fill In The Blanks) to those Taking off all your cloths Acting like hoe Screwing everyone I know Just a friend Then expect me to defend Your name Your honor Your dignity Your kid Just a friend What do you just not get This is a very bad trip With every slip I'm getting so distant www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 396 So very awkward The scene of this crime has ended It ended with those words 'Just A Friend' I'm sorry girl but now you have just mistaken. I'm sorry girl but now it is I'm in love with your friend. I can't even ever go down that road ever again. Now Just Remember Your Own Words 'Just A Friend' John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 397 Obesity

The over abundance of non healthy food used to cheaply fatten a society up. But for what? Obesity at the cost of millions and billions of dollars. An annoying pun hey hamburgers can be fun. Should we really take so much pleasure out of what we eat. When such a disease is running rampant. The body should be treated as temple. Everything in moderation. This should be a caption put on all food labels. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 398 Of The Lost

Have you ever had that eureka moment. Where something has been found. Insufficient in importance. But it still brings a smile on your face. You're about ready to pat yourself on your back. But then you realize you lost something else. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 399 Off My Feet

Getting off my feet. Dancing to a damn good beat. Here I am again. This time no one but me will win. An it feel sweet. No more preaching cause I'm better then you in every way and thing you do. Arrogance isn't so wrong if it's true. Getting off of my feet. No more being so poor every day of the week. A existence so bleak. Not happening. A higher education. A empowering revelation. Feeling god looking over your shoulder and knowing you he's smiling. Happiness is a disease i have and must share. Dilute the indifference and make it eventually disappear. Getting off my feet. I found a place I belong and its so neat. I beat back all defeat. All the fear is gone. The number one enemies are on the run. Its a full blown retreat. Leaving a cataclysmic trail of deciet. Getting off my feet. Quite a feat. Obstacles every way i turn. Still its was something I had to earn. Working hard for nothing. Is like living in the forever kind of abyss. Its certainly something I won't miss. With a goodbye this subject shall die. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 400 Off To The Next

With peace some find clarity Others once found they never want to go back Till the very end of their longevity Me personally I desire it in small doses Here's, your medicine please take it And with solicitation so widely spread and commonly accepted Soon or later someone is bound to reject it Do they solicitors obsess on the failure in a gain? Do they try to destroy and maim? Or do they ignore it and move on? A sucker easily met eh and it is off to the next John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 401 Old Loves Interference

I will explain, I will explain, just remember its never to late. At a moment notice if you called. I'd come running. But it just ain't happened and who knows probably never will. So with the communication dead in the water. I disappear. Its just not the right atmosphere. Please don't hate me cause I'm no longer thier. I guess I cant be your crutch no more. Lean on me only if you really need me just doesn't do it anymore. their isn't a day that doesn't go by where you don't cross my mind. But that where it goes straight to my head. How far would you really have had carry that torch. How many relationships has that already destroyed. Guidance is not the same as emotional interference. I must have a full heart not one that's be constantly torn apart. Absolution is my conclusion. Sometimes one must fall hard to stand tall. Thank you for everything. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 402 One And Only Shot

My thoughts are imposing. Try to prove myself without the proper training. I can do this Even with so many frustrations looming. I will never give up. I feel like David trying to knock down the giant. A frugal cause is not one that can't be accomplished. But one that is started and never finished. I do not forfeit. This means too much me. I put to much work into it to now be looking back. Facing a stampede how do I not retreat? Do I create my own. Let come toe to toe with you. Will do our battle with swords clambering. Sparks flying. Only one will win this time. A lion shall eat the lamb tonight. Let my roar be heard. Further then the travels of any bird. You see me as illegitimate threat. That is something you will regret. Steadfast on this course we will collide. And only one of us will survive. The carnage won't be left in the physical realm. But instead it will be of mental trauma. A thick skull can be still cracked with a single tiny pebble. X marks the spot and I will take my one and only shot. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 403 One is just one

One is just one Just a number in an unwanted march I carry my torch With hollow eyes As the fall of another sunrise Ripe are the reasons Be my catalyst of the seasons A bread winner I'm not Academically under achiever Honestly Truthfully Words so as a skew I guess I really don't have a clue what I'm really doing But still I write Today and tomorrow night I have no crystal ball I know not where it leads But I'm most certainly not of the feint of heart So again I start and stop Rewinding the clock A tic goes then a toc And just then it beats again I'm alive And I will not just let this die John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 404 One Knock Two Knocks

One knock, Two knocks Who's at the door? Come out once more One knock, Two knocks Who's at the door? Come out and see for sure A world melts, as one developes A world ends, as one begins One Knock, Two knock Who's at the door? Open it once more One Knock, Two knock Who's at the door? Come closer and it just might poor Devastation has come to me. I hear it like the knocking The ground is rocking Given the eyes of a blind man I once again can see With wings I rise and soar. Thoughts with clarity I explore Got to get a better view, maybe from an enormous mountain up so high Focus on the crystal ball, reading a fortune from the sky Oh such, such pretty pretty ball Just let it fall, down to a place full depravity, and derogation With one Revelation after another they come knocking knocking on my door Will I answer, oh will I answer Only if I must And its forever open with one fell gust John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 405 One Last Time I Love You Always And Forever Yours

I put myself right back into the thick of things With a message I pushed send Dear you know This a day we'll begin anew Fix what has been so broken So distant we have been Can I say I love you? With falling on knees Covering my face So ashamed of what I've done I pushed the away the one I loved. To protect you from those who hurt me so much. I but now I bare my soul I tell you exactly how feel Every waking moment even still your on my mind Is it too late? To make things right. If only I had only wish right now it would to be with you I beat myself up all the time With words that forever rhyme No I will never just let go Listen to me, Listen to my heart. Can you tell it no? Will you go only to leave me alone? Know no matter what the answer is I will always love you more then life itself More then I write More then anything and everything this world I have been so destroyed Light my fire Give me my desire Let the passion burn as one Do you believe in second chances? Well I do, even after everything I've been through With this let me tell you one last time I love you always and forever yours John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 406 One More

I got one more Before I walk out this door With wings ready to soar Thoughts ever crossing the mind As the sand shifts so does the time Its a ready set go Always in a rush Just slow down and take it all in Your surrounding so breath taking Your needs to be more kind A refined taste With only whispers of haste Stale is this race It is but an empty space for the mind A blankness with a god awful stare Are we ever prepared For what hangs in the air Welcome to limbo Please enjoy your stay John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 407 One Night Is Just Not Enough For Me(Revised In Line Form)

I'm just so scared today. Taken in the moment. Living a let down is so hard. Give me another drink, on the rocks please. Can you just talk to me. Can you do it just do gently. My wings have just been ripped right off of me. And all that's left is a scar that reminds me. I have been forever marked. Sinner or saint it don't matter to me. We all end up the same place anyways. Love or hate doesn't matter to me. It all means the same. Feelings so strong just can't be wrong. This is where I belong. A sense of self satisfaction. Again I'm overacting to something so small. It means nothing. Time to realize. Signs are all in the mined. Just justify it. Make it right. Turn off the lights and have a good time. Under the candle light. One night is just not enough for me. I'm not stand in. This can't be temporary. Tomorrow please don't be gone. Becoming one of the broken. Just because you have been used doesn't mean you still can't be good. Their is always a place, a name, a face, forever forgotten in time. But still I can't get you off of my mind. Please don't say it's the last time, the last time. Like a stray dog I lick my wounds, and walk away. Sorry but it just can't be. This way. Its not okay. Good, but not good enough. Sometimes it's rough. So you need to be tough. A heart of stone to remind you that you are never truly alone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 408 One of The Disgraced I'm A American

Debt we love it As the world bankers we have become part it Borrowed money just disappears into thin air Don't worry will just print out more No matter the effect it has on us We are human beings too. You as the leaders of society have fell through Like a broken promise We have been lied too And now were told to keeping smiling All the while resources are running out And the rich are ducking out Why all the doubt Why are you suddenly losing faith Do you know something we don't Then do tell why don't you Instead of acting so confused At least we have excuse Back door deals Monopolies to big to fail An I exhale are you for real. A 14 trillion dollar debt and that's changing thing's Different faces playing the same game How can we screw the American slaves today How much do you really think it will take Even if you remove it from the spot light We still all know it's their and it's only getting worse Here let me speak to whom does the budget for you 2 + 2 = 4 and not no more What the hell is wrong with you You don't have clue Everyone is angry at us And it because of you, and the things you do Well the jokes on you cause we will no longer defend a name so full of shame I use to be of the proud and the brave Now I just feel used One Of The Disgraced I'm A American John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 409 One, Two, No Free Ride.

One, two, their no such thing as free ride. So im just going with the tide. Just so i can swim back again. So many victims of circumstance and happenstance. Excuse me I'm just looking to get by. Women come and go. Nothing ever sticks. Guilt is just a heavy bag of bricks. I throw them to ground and keep moving on. One, two, their no such thing as a free ride. So I'm just going with the tide. Just so i can swim back again. Where is the need for forgiveness if we just live and let live. Every day I cross that bridge. One by one the planks go missing. And the only way back is gone. No time to regret or fret. Just build another. Its a system. you can work with or against it. But who even cares. One, two, their no such thing as free ride. So I'm just going with the tide. Just so i can swim back again. Money burns like you smoking them as cigarettes. The house you live in will be pillage and plundered in the event of your death. Makes you wonder. What is it all for. Well of course its because life is so very precious. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 410 Open The Flood Gates

When water floods your own gates, what do you do? We are no better, and even less prepared. Caught in our own snare. Yet we try to help. Like we really know what were talking about. An arrogant master of disasters Ha ha, don't make me laugh. We are mere pawns in the mountains of things we don't have the know how for. A second nuclear disaster, is like opening Pandora's door. You are all free Demons reek havoc on this foolish society. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 411 Opinions

My opinions are not made to gather fame. My opinions are not made to impress. For I know I'm not a success or prodigy child Not by a long mile. Not much style. It's not worth it, hasn't been for a long while. I keep planting my beds of roses hoping one of them will grow. Inspire and show. Shine and glow. But again I hear the woe is me. What a rotten apple tree A fall far to be free. An with it a celebration of my passion I'm not dashing In fact most consider me far from attractive. Keywords being most. And with I must toast. Of knowing love, and what a gift it comes from above. A happening of chemical interactions. Romance as I dream it. I have achieved multiple times before. Just as the pain with images and names. I sit high on this plateau Waiting for my something Looking for my something Not by the words I write But by the work I do every day and night. I get up every morning thinking to myself What can be accomplished. Others hate me for it so be it. I will not attack their creditability For who knows they might be right. But that's for me decide.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 412 Pans War

Your already broken Amidst the dust A fallen angel A taste of evil agony A sigh then a scream The bleed is so clean Honesty kills Just take one of these pills They say it will heal in time I think brainwashing is on their mind and that's fine But I will not be the matter of subject I will become a rabid dog Kill to survive Kill so I don't die Everyday a little more is lost inside My eyes have been clouded My judgement has gone far south How can I ever cleanse my conscience of so much hurt and pain I see more every day The stench of death cover the floor The poor have become so poor There is a rotten corpse It reaches for my ankles Begs me please Give me another drink Something to smoke Give me something to ease the pain So my memories don't leave a stain All in a dead conscience What have we done What have won We open the doors to war Now their is no settling the score Lives will be lost The greater good hurts worse then it should Ties have been broken Wounds have been reopen Now cower because it all of our dire hour John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 413 Perfect Harmony

Perfect harmony, lets put it all together. Every piece fits right. But do we have the time. Never enough, always wanted more. Its Pandora's door. Once its open i can never be closed. So exposed. Perfect harmony, the dominoes have be lined up. One flick of the finger and watch them all fall, all the hopes and dreams stolen by a perfect harmony. Why does it have to be routine. Why not a little chaos in the order. That way when that person tries to destroy it. It ends in failure. You cant sink a ship that's already sinking. Time to jump ship once again. Perfect harmony creates a melody of tragedy. Still we search for it. Knowing we will lose it all again. Cause soon or later you got lose. In the end the house always wins. Get out while the getting is good. I really think you should. Perfect harmony indefinitely. Is there even such a reality. Has the wind been forever knocked out of me. I think not cause chaos is my order. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 414 Perseverance

In The Wake This Storm I See Nothing But Suffering. Its Gods Punishment To The Foolish Man Who Think Nothing Can Touch Them. Among The Immortals. Playing Games With Millions Of Lives. Just Another Number In This World. Just An Stupid Una-pathetic Ignorant Person. I Just Cant Take It No More. Time To Bring Down The Monument. Time To Tear That Fancy Little Mansion That Your Always Held Up In. I Want You Look Into This Child's Eyes Explain To Him Why We Have To Suffer While You Live Good Life. Whats Makes You So God Special. Is It Money, Power, Or Just Plain Ignorance? We Are The People. We Built It And We Can Take It Away. Just Take It All Away. March Up To You Front Door Light A Match Touch A Cocktail Throw And Watch It Burn. Call It Crime If You But It Most Certainly Won't Bring It Back Anymore Then We Will Get Any Richer. So What's The Point You May Ask.. Someone Will Just Take Your Place. Its For The Greater Substance Of Society. Its To Point Out Were Not Dead Or Broken. Battered And Beaten Just Maybe. But It Wont Stop Us Now. No Let Perseverance Sit In Our Hearts And Stew This Is True Power. Just Look At It In All Its Spender. Its Within Me. Its In You. Waiting. Sustaining Life As We Know It. And The More Were Punished The Stronger It Gets. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 415 Poetry and the crossword puzzle

Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning. It can be very deceiving. To the one who is over achieving Still I'm only learning In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading Focus now and you'll start retrieving Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning. It can be very deceiving. To the one who is over achieving Still I'm only learning In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading Focus now and you'll start retrieving If I start bleeding you'll know why I did just too much with my eye's They have been compromised Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning. It can be very deceiving. To the one who is over achieving Still I'm only learning In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading Focus now and you'll start retrieving Poetry is like a crossword puzzle the right pieces must be in the right places to understand the meaning. It can be very deceiving. To the one who is over achieving Still I'm only learning In the eyes I'm seeing as I'm reading Focus now and you'll start retrieving If I start bleeding you'll know why I did just too much with my eye's They have been compromised John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 416 Political Upheaval

A man on a mission Our we even listening Can we hear our children screaming Can we hear the bombs bursting across this great ocean How do we show devotion In such a crazy commotion Write letters Make poster boards March and throw smoke grenades across Pennsylvania avenue Demand the government listens to its people Its a harsh reality No one said this gonna be fun or easy But in the end maybe we would feel a little better About yourself and other We our the people We run the show No matter if the politician says so His propaganda just makes me sick Its just another ponsey scam Another bad dream Feeling so ripped off Losing all our jobs For the illegal immigrant who just came here A working visa Its time to relieve us We will become the four horseman of death At this rate Keep it up and it will crumble If you go to far to the left or right There has to be a guiding light The darkness comes before the twightlight A sniper looking down his gun through his sight Waiting for the green light Getting paid to stay out of it It a fight against the enemy with in Give credit to some hick Hey he's a confederate So southern Theirs definitely a division A society blind with no vision Attack each other because of simple differences That really mean nothing to the average American We are really all just trying to make a living John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 417 Poor You

Poor you. You have nothing so you say. So I spit my pity your way. Can you feel the sincerity of it. It so god damn pathetic. No will, no strength, no ambition. Another dead soul who believes they have no control. Lies from the inside out. So angry all i want to do is shout. But it becomes a mere whisper in the grand schemes of things. Poor you, with a little sugar on top. The world is just f*cked up. Is that what you think? Are you suicidally on the brink. Well by all means pick your poison and drink. Cause i know better. So write that letter. Saying it every bodies fault. Guess what I'm not sorry for any of it except the air your wasting. Time to realize life is what you make it. Wake up, you cant mourn yourself. No more poor you. The gum loses it flavor. Time for something new. Make it happen. Create a chain reaction. A chemical explosion. Destiny calls us all. Will you answer? Will you become another midnight dancer. Party it up with a new found sense of being. A glance into what you can be achieving. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 418 Precursor To Hate And Greed

But is it not murder was part of humanity for thousands years past. It was but a need control that made murder wrong. Civilized is the name of the control, for how many would really think twice about killing someone if the laws of those ties didn't exist. Caveman, Tribes killed foreign and wide. This was but a precursor to the things we now call hate and greed. If only out necessity, would you, could you, should you? Nobody ever really knows till they face it as ghost of evil thoughts and demands. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 419 Pulling My Strings

Again I feel it. Some one holding me back, Someone pulling my string. The more I move the more I feel your presence. An Outsider, Anonymous Onlooker. So Tell Me Did You Get Want. Do I Satisfy In Your Dark Deceitful Eyes. Hide Behind The Sunrise, That Fine But I Still Know Your There Pulling My Strings Like You Can Control Me. Avoid Me, Deny Me, I Don't Really Care Cause I Know You Are Still. Watching And Waiting. For What I Don't Really Know. If Your Waiting For An Invitation Here It Is Please Speak And I Will Listen. Again I feel it. Chills Right Up Spine. Someone Is Holding Me Back, Someone Is Pulling My Strings. She Wont Go Away Why I Just Don't Know But Yet She Wont Let Her Presence Truly Known. Like A Ghost Theirs A Glimpse Then Its Gone. Fading In To Just Fade Out. I'm Not Crazy, She There. Again I Feel It. Like What See, Come In The Open Get Better Look. A picture last forever. A glance cant even be etched into memory. But Still Your Pulling my strings oh Pulling My Strings John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 420 Raining

All good things must come to the eventuality of an end. Again its raining, its always seems to be raining. The disappearance of the sun. Where has it gone? In the darkness hides the light. Taking a peek behind the curtain of grey clouds. Putting an end to another shroud. A temporary loss is temporarily found. With it I hear the sounds of rain drops hit the ground going splat, splat. A constant impact. All good things must come to the eventuality of an end. Again its raining. Its always seems to be raining John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 421 Ravaged Beast In Me

The ravaged beast in me is alive. It survives on pure instinct. Have you ever been on the brink. The kind of thing that you don't have time to think. Oh oh don't blink. Your life could flash by before your very eyes. Evil is just a state mind and that's fine at times. But you still got to strategies. Mark the beginning, mark the end. Lets see who wins. It's another dirty competition. The ravaged beast in me is alive. It survives on pure instinct. Have you ever been on brink? Theirs just no time to think. Don't blink. A Picasso I paint in blood. Not afraid to lose everything I love. Every human must suffer in one way or another. Mutual indifference, mutual ignorance. Some times its okay for you not care. Especially when everyone around you brings nothing but despair. The ravaged beast in me is alive. It survives on pure instinct. Have you ever been on the brink? There just no time to think. Don't blink. Don't even breath. Don't conceive you have a single weakness. Strength in the darkness that drives you insane. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 422 Ravenousness Beast

I hate being covered in mud soaked to the bone working in a constant steady rain. The thought comes across my mined I don't get paid enough to do this. Yet I'm their working my a double s off. Why because rain or shine I need this job. For I must be able to pay for the roof over my head and the food in my belly. Lazy I'm not. Used and abused most certainly. Hopefully I don't get sick. Even if I do I'll work right though it. With reluctance I grit my teeth and dig in. I take pleasure out of my own suffering. The harder it gets the stronger I feel. As if it is a race not to the top but the bottom. Endurance of a higher standard. Not that I'm discriminating but I know young bucks these days who couldn't do what I do. Is that something to be proud of or should I be sadden by our youth? What are we teaching kids these days? With such a high youth unemployment rate. Are they to blame? Or is it the companies who are preferring the older and more experienced? Or is it the companies who lay off the younger employees so the ones with seniority can keep their jobs. Some complex issues they are. We want to blame someone always for the problems we face. No matter if it is the right course of action. If this offends any C.E.O., I'm sorry their will be no retraction. Not in any statement I have made. Or any I will ever make. I don't need your approval to say what I think and feel. In a society who prefers the fantasy over the real. I have my opinion and you have yours. I don't have a need to be specific, or name names. I'm just fed up with the way the system works in general. Either its running very slow or completely backward. We are once again the Neanderthal Humanoid. So little brain, please take measure. We still idolise genius from a hundred years ago, yet we care little for the ones from our time. And I'm not speaking about myself for I'm no genius. But I do have a little common sense if that counts for anything. In the ages of cycles I think this cycle needs to be put on rinse. A clean state, in proportions with ancient times. Where hard work was valued just as much as a good idea. Where monetary gain is equal and fair not by what you have but what you do. Such is the nature of this ravenousness beast. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 423 Reading A Poem

I am feeding off others Taking so many emotions in Feeling every moment as my own Writing another one as the answer Becoming the midnight dancer Seeing the facts That troubles one as I react With tact I explore the caverns of the soul If only understand how deep it goes As would be unwritten The words so fitting I am the one that shall be unforgiven Becoming a vampire To inspire as one would aspire To the greatness of a revelation This is my cause for celebration This I do just by reading a poem John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 424 Red book - The Rule Is You Must Say How You Really Feel.

Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast, it says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Some new so close to you. You must get to know them. Its a game you can slowly win. Bury your true feelings. Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never to fast, never too fast. It says it won't last burnt by the past. We are all wearing masks. Time to take them off. Stop hiding behind your walls. It cost us all. It will be your down fall. Just another phone call. Meeting the face behind this stall. It has come to a sudden halt. Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Are we trying to hard? Are we faking this march? Are you trying to hide something underneath? Are you look for a little relief? Do you want me, and are afraid to say it? Denying our insides. They can't be alive. They just can't. And go back to the old dance. Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Memories ignite, previous passions locked up so tight. Are you willing? Are you giving in to obvious feelings. Let me know. And I won't go. Please stop the fruadlent show. Its faking thats so heart breaking. Is your heart aching? How can I make you understand this is your one and only chance. So please lets dance. Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of the past. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. I have been burnt by the past. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 425 Redeemers

Loosen up, your to uptight. Your stress is mine. Everything is going to be fine. We have went through hard times before. Lets do it once more. To your battle stations. All hands on deck. We will get out of this mess. Together forever. Broke and poor. Wanting the more, so bad. We can taste it. But it seems the faster we run the further away it gets. It makes me feel like a kid. Some days I want to throw a tantrum. Scream at the top of my lungs. Only to realize the difficulties have only begun. A road so long. Do we got what it takes to make it to the end? Are we dreamers who shall never be the redeemers. Question it all. A life without purpose. Is a miserable one by all standards. When in doubt we must dig into the depth of our soul, and find that reason above all other reasons. Cant have just wishful thinking. For that can be mentally breaking. Quite disappointing and aggravating. Sometimes it can even be humiliating. Pride comes before the fall. Isn't that the truth. So Ill just swallow it. Suck it in. Just forgive and let live. It gets easier each time. The hope is spread like a cancer. It infects and unexpectedly you find its is malicious. The beautiful let down. Welcome to the place where I constantly make my stand. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 426 Remebering The Never Again

bring me in let me in I'll promise to defend for everything that's been given your driving me nuts your spilling my blood and guts hello my friend the demon have come to me they made whispers louder then thunder they told me i better not make another blunder or my fun would be over bring me in let me in I'll promise to promise to defend for everything was given your driving me nuts your spilling my blood and guts hello again I'm going to try to mend somethings over and over again i kneel down just to feel something so real a kiss goodnight and the rooms goes dark i shut the door never to venture back anymore bring me in let me in I'll promise to defend everything that was given your driving me nuts your spilling my blood and guts hello for the last time i guess things have changed and that's fine i really don't mind kind as you are your still to far your picture i have captured in a jar forever embedded in my jagged memories bring me in let me in ill promise to defend everything that was given your driving me nuts your spilling my blood guts but its finally over over oh over John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 427 Rise

I rise in the moons erie light. The shadow I shall guide. Oh the darkness of suicide. I live in a time with the mercy of the dammed. Cynical and diabolical. Judgmental and unrelenting. Repent they say, now way not today. A rebel with a cause. A man so broken has been re awoken. I rise in the moons erie light. Shadows I shall guide. Paths shine as stars burn. Call me the monster but I still remember. This is my deliverance. My ultimate sacrifice. The tyranny of men must end. A hindrance of over educated who cant relate. I bring everything to the table. Its another Kain and Able. Brothers in arms. I rise in the moons erie light. Shadows I shall guide. Its a slow and steady ride. But onward I go. I can't be silenced. A martyr for reasons unknown. Clone after clone. The little soldiers march. So much propaganda that wars don't exist in the original pretext. Lies that become truths. Build the support for the rich. Take it all. This empire will fall. I rise in the moons erie light. Shadows I shall guide. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 428 Rolling Hills

Hey, hey, guess what I'm walking on rolling hills. Smiling at cheap thrills. A joke of my own sanity. A couple marbles loose but I'm still going. A broken mirror and 7 years bad luck pronounced on my own vanity. Yeah i did it, and what f*ck you going to do. Neapolean with a crossbow of vengeance. How the games played. Frustration esclades. It becomes another who done it. A mystery of murder she wrote. You say whose throat was cut? Now that's just a little f*cked up. Rickety glenn driven off edge again. But cant stop now, the momentum has been built up to far. A sense of redirection. Faith guides and our heart leads us. We are not just another number. Credit must be given where its due. Sometimes you cant and mustn't pick and choose. Self restraint without a complaint. Only let friend or foe know what your capable of as a last resort. And now is a time of holding back. Time to give all a daily dose of a heart attack. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 429 Save Somebody To Save Yourself.

Crying out, to not be just snuffed out. A pledge from the forgotten son. Truth in so many words can be won. A drive to make you live long enough to see your success. I'm not just trying to impress, but to make you see your work is not in vain. I'm come full on, guns blazing. Ready for everything and anything. A mission to the impossible dream so it seems. But I'm still here, so have no fear. A hero in the making as your hearts already breaking. Staving off the vultures who are waiting for death like its accommodation. No appreciation. Paying just for the ground in which you lay. Please enjoy your stay. Mass of friends and family beneath your feet. What a treat. But eh come on now it is what it is. Forget and forgive, live and let live. So i just dive in where i can, cause it makes feel like a better man. I've been falling in this quick sand and needed a hand. So now its time to embrace other end. So let me be your hero. Let me bring you above the clouds. Hold your head up without doubt. Yeah thats what im all about. Fates have sewn to a world so unknown. Together is definitely better then living for forever. Heart ache comes and goes just like snow. Sometimes just need to be a hero to save yourself. To quick to justification can lead to horrible revelations. A simple conclusion is what need in life. And doesnt involve your scarlet eyes looking so sad with a knife. Just let me be your hero, its what i need just to breath. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 430 Saved From Grace

Save your self from grace We must make haste Its not what you think Ugly is the sate of mind Beauty being but in on the inside With words that rhyme I try describe What has already been inscribed Save your self from grace Your must have a taste Sweet and sincere Its unending my dear But tells me nothing of who you really are The skin only stretches so far Save your self from grace Remember this place Hold it in your thoughts forever For it will become the words another unwritten letter Light as a feather If only free the mind Only in dark places shall we find Save your self from grace With a hope and a tear drop, I only hope the heart break can be erased Let it be replaced Begin a new A magic formula is my glue My hope and wish are meant for you If only another day you get through But you must save your self from grace

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 431 Saving Those Behind Barriers (Revised in Line Form)

Reaching across the barriers. Trying to be a savior. Staving off the the attacks, from all directions. Hit me come on kick me, beat hell out of me. I'll get back up the very next moment. Cant rest my head. This is pure devotion. A love so strong, that even if I don't belong. I wont walk away. I will fight with each breath. Failure can not come. I will not be undone. By you or anyone else. Treading on the ice so thin afraid I might fall in. It just cant happen cause I don't know how long I will be able to swim. I have finally been forgiven and now I'm on a mission save as many as I can. So I can't end up dead in the cold and still water. I got to be smarter. I got to tie a rope to the landing before I venture in. I can save those who are in need if only not at the cost of one self. A death in vain. A death under a false pretense. Does no one any good. So please wait for me. Hold on a little longer. I'll be right there. As soon I take a deep breath of air. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 432 See You Later

A goodbye is the forever kind of thing. Not just a see later. Like a waiter Hey their is another customer. What is your name? ' What is your order? ' Here's you receipt? ' We hope to see you later.' Then you're gone with a 'thank you'. 'Your desert was deliciously sweet.' John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 433 Self Satisfaction Extending

Do you know when the game ends? Do you know when it is time to stop pretending? Self satisfaction extending. Are you even listening? Screaming in a cave and all you hear is the echo Is their something I'm missing? Do you know when the game ends? Do you know when it is time to stop pretending? Self satisfaction extending. Are you even listening? Screaming in a cave and all you hear is the echo Is their something I'm missing? Do you know when the game ends? Do you know when it is time to stop pretending? Self satisfaction extending. Maybe it fell off the shelf Maybe it was something so heart wrenching And again I hear nothing else. The dead something. Do you know when the game ends? Do you know when it is time to stop pretending? Self satisfaction extending. Maybe it fell off the shelf Maybe it was something so heart wrenching And again I hear nothing else. The dead something.

Do you know when the game ends? Do you know when it is time to stop pretending? Self satisfaction extending. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 434 Self Sufficient

This is going to be rough. Think you have it tough? You are not even close enough to feel the fire. Down to the wire. Attempting to reclaim my spire. Twist and turn all the way up the latter. Please don't spit and sputter. Out of breath and just so far to go. I just don't know if I'll make it to the other side. But I still have to try. It's not as if I'm afraid die. It's not as if I need to know. A failure to succeed is a common breed. Biologically screwed. A government who needs to be sued. A society who needs to get a clue. What the hell is wrong with all of you. Crying over luxury's you once had. Your still alive be happy. Or get angry. Start a riot. Burning an entire city down. It still will not provide with antidote to the problem we all have. Self sufficient what is that? We depend on too many people for what we need. And they sit back and enjoy the greed. They see you coming. They see you running. Just show me the money. Dollar signs in the eyes of fear mongers with their proclamation. They're saying your doomed. And you just might be. Without a little god damn change. Victims of the insane, I just want to take off in a air plane. Take off to a far away place. Where living life isn't such a disgrace. Where watching the children grow up doesn't leave such a bitter taste. Turn about face. Close my eyes and all that I once saw has been erased. A closure to a sequence in which I just keep watching the people falling. I've always been down here. How long to do you plan on staying? This is the poverty that is not seen by the elitist eyes. Always new people we must teach. Just how do we survive such dark times? Let the hope spread through the hearts and minds of all with my simple rhymes. I'm telling you everything will be fine. Even as the tears fall from my eyes down my cheek and drip right down to the floor. I still haven't abandoned this world. Neither should you. If love conquers all then I shall just never give up. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 435 No matter how f'd up it seems. My soul is mine to redeem. Follow suit. And let those who think they have it all see my dark abyss. The serpent will spread its kiss. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 436 Self Worth

Blood is thicker then water. Wisdom of the forgotten lover. War of the worlds. Fights among too many friends. It must come to an end. Drowning in a whiskey bottle saying god please forgive me. Pathetic are men who make decisions with no comprehension. A verse with no meaning. Death is my friend i shake his hand on a daily basis. Tempting fate everywhere you go. With all your power you wish in this latitude of life you had some control. But you just don't know. You can't know. Its beyond the reasoning of a mortal being. You can swim in your sorrow wait for better tomorrow or you keep going not ever really knowing. In a sick sense again ignorance is bliss. Even if its just pretend. Only the scar tissue shows. And its gives the wrong perspective. Like your stronger because of it. Your are weaker. Mentally broken. Tore down by facts that you can not change. All you can do is make sure its not in vain. You must reinvent yourself and prove your self worth. For life is not a curse but a blessing in which you must never take for granted. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 437 Separating The Mind From The Heart

Here we go again Their is blood in the water From those who thought they were smarter A castration with humiliation You can't defy the laws of gravity What is will always be At least so it seems. Separating the mind from the heart Trying not act so torn apart I was took under I made a blunder I still hear the sound of thunder But when you are just so down are your luck One more can never be enough Just never enough Symptomatic to the climatic Drama gots her needs She is the devil And walks inside me Here we go again Their is blood in the water From those who thought they were smarter A castration with humiliation You can't defy the laws of gravity What is will always be At least so it seems. Separating the mind from the heart Trying not act so torn apart I was took under I made a blunder I still hear the sound of thunder Far from perfect Every flaw is desired If only I can be rewired Set my soul on fire Let burn brighter Let it reach the farthest shore A beautiful coast to most Here we go again Their is blood in the water From those who thought they were smarter A castration with humiliation You can't defy the laws of gravity What is will always be At least so it seems.

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 438 Separating the mind from the heart Trying not act so torn apart I was took under I made a blunder I still hear the sound of thunder I tear up the letter Burn it I Just can't read no more. It is the wrong door. The one that leads Oh god I ask you please Have mercy Here we go again Their is blood in the water From those who thought they were smarter A castration with humiliation You can't defy the laws of gravity What is will always be At least so it seems. Separating the mind from the heart Trying not act so torn apart I was took under I made a blunder I still hear the sound of thunder He cackles ha, ha Now I got you my son You will come undone Like a string I'll pull Watch it all unwind As that clock tics on the wall Fall, Fall, come just fall Its not that far down What are you really afraid of Here we go again Their is blood in the water From those who thought they were smarter A castration with humiliation You can't defy the laws of gravity What is will always be At least so it seems. Separating the mind from the heart Trying not act so torn apart I was took under I made a blunder I still hear the sound of thunder

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 439 The better The masters, Welcome to your disaster John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 440 Setting Bodies On Fire

Setting bodies on fire, putting them out with some gasoline. Stop trying please. Point the finger and blame all you want. It doesn't change a damn thing. Call me insane, but I m not the one playing games. Your still reaching. Stop your preaching. And just listen, you hear that utter silence. That's the price you pay for being so forceful. Nobody wants to be near you. Its in the words you spewed. Poison is that in which you covet. No love just more lust. Ashes turn to dust. Setting bodies on fire, putting them out with some gasoline. If you would have listen to me. This creature of evil wouldn't be. Don't you, cant you, why wont you just shut up and look and see. Observation, of all the constellations, reading ones future from the stars. Growing darker in the daylight. Something just ain't right. The body motions so uptight. Relax, stop forcing it just let go, and it will flow, like an oath of such power. That no one will be able turn away to what you have say. The days will no longer so grey. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 441 Setting Her Free

Hey girl I'm here to tell you things be alright. You've been alone in the dark crying again. I'm here to tell you that you will always have me as a friend. Not like the others I wont be another one of forgotten lovers. Tonight and every day after, always. I will never forget the day we met. A dawn of another sunset. Rose petals still fall yet. A romantic who is very adventurous. Living on the edge yet so down to earth. A million mysteries to solve one after the next. Ill never be perfect but i don't try be. I live the way I want. Thus I'll die the way i want. Among friends to the very end. And now i ask you, will you be one too. Pain only makes you stronger. Take a chance, lets dance. Get your body moving. In sync we are like the tides of the ocean. Never causing to much of a commotion. Words are so carefully chosen. Truth with tact and that's a fact. Pick the right battle then react. Be careful for somethings you cant retract. Lessons of just being alive. Just try to survive. Just try to get by singing your favorite tune. They may call you a loone. But theyre in truth really jealous of you and what you are able too do with such devotion. Steadfast and baby who will last. Round one, two, now they got you. But they dont know what I do. Their is tiger inside you. Waiting to be released so come on let me be the that sets you free. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 442 Shadows In The Rain

Do you remember this name? Who is it that we yet to be claimed? An anonymous letter written and unsigned. With all the proper captions and headlines. A reminder of the times. No longer in the fire it cools and it hardens. Its made of solid stone. No matter the embrace it will not break. Any pain endured it can take. For it feels nothing. A constant numbness that a drug induced euphoria can't compare to. The absence of all colours. The blackness in the clouds has grown. With a single seed it has been sewn. With whisper of a destiny it has shown. A reflection of shadows marching in the rain. Trying to break through to this dimension. What horrors could they bring compared to me? A sickness of genetics, and mutation of a family tree. A hatefulness, a bitterness, a body embalmed and scorched by it. The liquid acid pours out of the tanks, and I'm not sure if it can be resealed. It's not a lick em stick em that's for sure. This time I don't know of any cure. Not like the time before John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 443 Shaking Hands

To listen if only for a minute To hear you and give feed back when I can When I feel it demands. I want to shake hands with everyone But I know that just not possible. I only hope those don't get hostile Pick and choose If only to lose Still they are the clues What you want From the bottom to the top. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 444 She Can't Be Controlled

The magnificent beast crawls slow She takes our homes as if they never ours Complete devastation marches through with her eyes gleaming A trickle falling from her eyes can be deceiving Theirs no control over the world What we believe and what is Two different dimensions collide She will not compromise Sometime she wears a disguise But I ain't fooled I know who she is and where she stands They are demands that are made upon humanity They involve the worst kind of suffering you could fathom Like an atom bomb going off certain things can erased Sometimes in the heart it is not easy to replace Hope I don't see her again Another hundred years and I'll be dead I'll be dead oh dead John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 445 She Devils

When she devils fight with such venom, to intervene would be just pissing in wind. There scorn creates those horns. Their jealousy turn them solid red. And with all the bickering you wonder if the if its worth it. From the manipulation words to physical fights its so absurd. Their are the victims of their own creation. Look in the mirror and meet your maker. Not so pretty is she. But yet they strut as if they got all right stuff. A sick, morbid, and twisted sense of self confidence. Your who their parents were and what they did to these poor women. Break the cycle if you can. But do not become part of their alternate ego. Tirading you around like a prom dress that only be worn one night. Theirs something that isn't right. Its like a hydra for if you cut the head of the one five more grow in it stead. Its superficially f*cked in head. I watch in horror as I know where this leads next. Boredom follows the suit and then its time for her to move on. Suckers a plenty waiting to be bated and hooked. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 446 Sheep Among The Wolves

Why is it when I come everyone's already gone What did I do to you, Will it be this way upon my demise The shadow of a sunrise It just barely there With it hope comes But not for me For it I have already seen Its not clean or pure that's for sure A heavenly body out of this world How little it helps when its not really here My imagination is an unwritten constellation No one knows, what my ideas will become No one knows me for me Just a tiny speck A piece of dirt just to be blown away Its drifts day by day I say that's me, who are you? My soul is already partially unglued In matters of the heart and mind I feel so lost I'm the sheep among the wolves In this dank place I call home I'm so alone Nobody real Nothing left I shouldn't feel Emotions should have dried As so should of I But the lords not that merciful He thanks I need to suffer To learn, to teach, to appreciate Well when it get here I most certainly will With the thousands smiles of my pain and sorrow

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 447 She's Gone With The Wind

Will you kill me because I love you to much to ever let go. A fatal attraction It's just human interaction Crushed till complete compaction A whole heart with subtractions You define the happiness of my life A love you till it became an obsession A life long lesson Back off I just can't take it any more I'm completely destroyed And I control these feelings Theirs no need to keep score It's not like I haven't lost before Will you kill me because I love you to much to ever let go. A fatal attraction It's just human interaction Crushed till complete compaction A whole heart with subtractions You define the sadness of my life A love you with all my passion A life long lesson Still I will not give you the satisfaction Just get away Let all the memories sail Let it be a long lost tale So far nobody I've ever met has even compared to you Gone with the wind The person you use to know He was shot dead Angry soldier Raising his flag Thinking he'd be better off dead Will you kill me because I love you to much to ever let go A fatal attraction It's just human interaction Crushed till complete compaction A whole heart with subtractions You define the happiness of my life A love you till it became an obsession A life long lesson

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 448 She's One of The Fearless Ones

Reminiscing with old friend about the past. she is another one of those fearless ones. Courage against it all. Waging a sentimental war against world. living by a means to an end. a great sacrifice so others can have a better life. She is one the fearless ones. Braver then i could ever be. no hypothetical bull. do or step back. no hesitation in a moment of desperation. no time to wait for the collaboration. what is best must be done. Oh yes most definitely she is one of the fearless ones. preach what ever you want. but she will. it doesn't make any less real. giving it all up. all i can say to haters and debaters is shut up and get out of her way. No time for all this talk when none have walked that path in which a great sacrifice must be made of course she is one fearless ones. how could that ever be doubted listen me as i shout it oh yes she ones of the fearless one. the walk of angel, the pain from plenty of demons, proud enough to tell you off, but humble enough to give her shirt off her back. she is one of the fearless ones John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 449 Sign Sealed and Delivered

Another bar has closed down This time it is in my town The only one in West Milton Good old pub Went broke Down on her luck Just not enough drunks The money has run dry It's no longer falling from the sky Tighten and tightening our belts Again the groceries have gone up. Electric hasn't been any nicer Spend, spend what I say? Who's got the money for these luxuries? This computer is built from all recycled parts. Built from scratch. From thoughts I hatch Ways to endure Ways to stay sure With a catch comes a lure I am of the poor. I wear two year old jeans That have been cleaned then dried on the cloths lines Because the dryer has died I'm sorry that just not a priority Please forgive me if I don't buy your gadgets Science at it greatest but it still has not made it here. They want just to much. I can't even afford to buy my own lunch I must bring my own from home And you are still saying its getting better. Who are these mathematicians I want to know where they get their figures Better yet I want my letter Sign sealed and delivered John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 450 Silence Of The Damned

Can your hear the silence. something isn't right. dead is the night. who turn out the lights. then they converge upon me like vulture. a breeze of wind blows and bring the chills right down to my very bones. I know I'm done for but don't even care cause its not my nightmare but yours. twisted and turned. living on dead memories. eating upon them so slowly. Can you hear the silence. something isn't right. dead is the night. Who turned off the lights. who is it this time. again they converge. but this isn't my nightmare. its yours. watch in despair. suck in your last bit of air. no life left for me. giving up and letting the leeches feed. for everyone has their needs. everyone needs to bleed. and this time its you destiny. Can you hear the silence. something isn't right. dead is the night. who turned of the light. who is it this time. just remember this is not my nightmare but your. you open the door welcome them in. so now you must try to fend hyenas off if you can. if not welcome to the damned. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 451 Sinking Laughter

A faded dream comes to me. I can see the fickle irony. What is it that we believed would truly happen? Were we lying to ourselves the entire time? Is it in the laughter that it becomes contagious and we suddenly forget? Is that the intention? Something we prefer not to mention. With the lord gone, have we been abandoned? The ship sinking we should soon get off. Into to the life boats it's the only way to survive. The water is to cold to just jump off. Still some will with a fear of dying. I can still hear the children crying. Oh mercy me, In this laughter please oh please let me forget. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 452 Sleeping With The Numb

Waking only to feel nothing. Just let me be. Let me sleep so numb. Pain is nonexistent in all extremities. Time tics by and by. and still nothing has changed. still the same. who cares about that guy who use live with the inflicted pain by you over again and again. hes just a stain and now its time to clean up. waking to only feel nothing. let me be. let me sleep so numb. remember nothing. a nonexistent past. house that burnt down and with it all my memories accept for me being constantly numb. A drug induce state should be one most kids celebrate. but not this one. it was so fake. Waking only to feel nothing. let me be. let me sleep so numb. skin melts and still nothing, i bleed and still nothing, hit in the head and still nothing, salt in the eyes and still absolutely nothing. where are all the feelings I'm so suppose to be feeling. waking up only to feel nothing. let me be. let me sleep so oh so numb John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 453 Slow Reform

Don't take this fast. Slow down just a little bit. Reform doesn't happen over night. Making a better man. İs that the plan? Can you change the monster in me now. I'm sorry but i won't just bow. Who do you think you are anyways. Don't judge unless thy wants to be judged. So what if i've done some very bad things. Do you think i had a choice. Do you think that's what i wanted. Then why didn't i flaunt it. Notoriety is not the substance of life, Any more then taking one. Now i'm under attack again. They keep coming at me. You screwed up. Let bodies stay buried. Secrets are best left unspoken. Just leave it, and let me alone. I'm no longer running. I'll face it head on if i must. Come on take your shot. Hit me if your can. Prove that your the better men. Hate me for what i am. Somebody who played and beat the system. One roll of the dice and its was over. İsn't that so nice. Sometimes i feel my body should kept on ice. Frozen in the times. That way, I can accept my fate with honesty and distaste. a life we should all embrace .....

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 454 Smart With A Huge Ego

If one always holds on How can ever they let go. So absorbed in the past. You speak of it is of the here and now Tic toc the time goes Look I'm not wearing any cloths A free spirit in many ways. With every insecurity of you speak. I just grow stronger. Not worried by the flurry of intentional attacks It was not apology. But a mere respect of your rights As a user As a abuser As a confuser As a loser Whatever the affliction Or addiction you must let go. A grudge is evil sludge An I want none of it. I pick my battles as you do Your arrogance gets the best of you. It your weakness. Just as it is mine. The only difference is it doesn't consume me. Eaten alive by your own vanity It shows the ugly creature inside you. Some would say monster But your are not. Your smart with a very huge ego. So just let go. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 455 Snow White Was Prettier

Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Claim to be the best, but your like all the rest. Using till their is no one left. Choose him over him. Oh the daily swim Sex all the way. Multiple partners. Sometimes three a day. Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Hey is it your birthday? I totally forgot and I don't even why. Maybe it is because your little brother has never known you. We have the same god damn father. Sad to say. But we are twisted in the same way. Freaks of nature. Lets get angry and throw all the furniture. Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Always got to bad mouth someone. Each an every member of your family. They have nothing but contempt for you. But I never noticed Cause I never even seen your face Not a single day of my child hood. Yet you think you know me well enough. See that finger, yeah its not my thumb. That's to you for ever thinking that I would be that dumb. Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Help? You got be joking. What have been smoking? It has completely messed up your head. Remember your little brother is dead. He killed himself while you were looking the other way. To busy fixating on a self reflection. Excuse me but I think we need a little intervention. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 456 Just look and see I've always been here. Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Oh now you notice Now when I'm all grown. Well have you ever heard that famous saying Your on own. Your saying you might be going to jail. You say your getting evicted. Well I already loss everybody I ever known Where were you then. To busy jumping to the next man. You never could just stick with one. Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Now you blame the whole world Like it is really their fault. Your getting older. And nobody wants the goods. Well I'm sorry to tell you. Marriage is the forever kind of thing. And you already went through five. I don't even know how you survived. But now family matters. Ugly is the persona you spread With every rumor that hits the ground. Over came from that fat mouth. When you come my way I'm heading south. I just don't believe in suicide. Not when I have a choice. Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier? Oh wicked step sister What makes you think your so special? What are the possibilities that snow white is just a little prettier?

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 457 So Far Gone

How its done. Always on the run. Just another number. Statistics. Becoming a mystic. Watch the hands closely. Its a disappearing trick. Shes there, shes gone. How its done. Always on the run. Just another picture. Memories. The burning disease. Watch the horror movies. Its more flashbacks. Its there, its gone. How its done. Always on the run. Just another measure. Despair. So f*cking scared. Watch the fire ignite. Its a candle light vigil. Were there were gone. So far gone, so far gone. Its another place. Distant. Separation of the body and mined. Traveling through outer space. Grab the twilight. Hold on to it. Make it yours. For it hasn't been there before. So far gone, so far gone. Its another place. Distant. Separation of the body and mined. Traveling through outer space. Grab the twilight. Hold on to it. Make it yours. For it hasn't been there before. How its done. Always on the run. Just another treasure. Desire. What you want. Watch it fade away. Its more fools gold. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 458 Its there, its gone. Always on the run. Just another label. Faking. What are you. Watch the dirt fly. Its sticks and stones. Your there, your gone. How its done. Always on the run. Just another vagrant. Living. A need to survive. Watch her eyes now. Its another color again. Shes there, shes gone. So far gone, so far gone. Its another place. Distant. Separation of the body and mined. Traveling through outer space. Grab the twilight. Hold on to it. Make it yours. For it hasn't been there before. Once more. So far gone, so far gone. Its another place. Distant. Separation of the body and mined. Traveling through outer space. Grab the twilight. Hold on to it. Make it yours. For it hasn't been there before. How its done. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 459 Social Path

The swallow follows me Like a sickening disease I think it's looking for some feed It looks so hungry Splat goes such a pest I'm not to be walked on I'm the one with the cruelest intent Hell bent on nothing better then utter destruction All because I'm so mentally screwed up Pluck me from the sky On such an ugly canvas Cause I'm not here to impress. I'm not a success So die when it matters And when it don't for that little factor I'm the out their trying get you when your tripping When you drinking a little to much When you don't when to shut up When your stealing that car I won't be far With knife in hand intent on causing a fatality From such a reality I'm slightly psycho I have an alternate ego Such a pretty face I could use the ears The nose The eyes To give an old guy a surprise And hopefully will have a heart attack and die They will question why Because I didn't like you You and another dirty dozen I'll drink your blood As I button my sleeve I'll feed my dog with the left over meat Boy it taste so sweet Watch as I retreat Back into my darkness In till another comes along This is where I belong John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 460 Some One Must

All challenges must be faced in all eventualities. We must never abandon even the most harsh reality. We must light the flame and let it burn. With hearts that always urn. With tables that have turned. Still it becomes what it becomes. This life is never done. With one gone their will be another. Chances just beckoning a person to come to their call. Will you turn away? Watch someone else take it. Or risk another fall. By a obstacle to overcome. Some one must. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 461 Sometime Soon

Watching the world turn. Watching it spin. Oh baby where do i begin. Another night without sleep. It my conscious getting to me. I like to say sorry but i just don't know how. I would if i could, but i know what it would mean. Bringing back my demons. In the living fresh. A nightmare of my own mess. I confess it has been difficult. But still we must march are separate ways. We are each others enemy. Cause to much pain, to ride together in a personal airplane. Provide the evidence that your through. And maybe i ll write you. I have a box of letters in my head, waiting for that day. And i pray its not to soon. Some would call me a loon and maybe their right. But regardless this soul can never be locked up tight. No drugs can cure, watch me as i take wings and soar. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 462 Soulless Dynamite

The skin bleeds eyes so white Welcome to my soulless dynamite It Invites The devil so deep Ride my rails Pound in the heavy rusty nail From place to place The video erased In ankle bracelet that only needs a single key Can you feel the divinity? Are you another humanitarian? Save the world one person at a time Stand up and fall in line Are you ready to get served? Do you think it is not what you deserved? Well you earn what you earn And you urn what you urn Lust is never a must Its a kiss that turns into an evil touch Its not the kind that speaks of love Its the kind that brings misery to the already used Are you yet confused? Well welcome to my soulless dynamite It'll tear you apart It's never to unite All it brings is fright Through the blind mans eyes The role dies See if it a double I If it is yours better have something to give You took a chance A risk So brisk Gambling the materialistic things away is always okay If its your fate But if the thread is a little more intertwined You ruined a life That was not meant to be undermined No matter the point of view You screwed up when you were made to choose Welcome to my soulless dynamite John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 463 Spawn Of Sin

She spoke to me again. Like night terrors they keep coming. Invading my dreams. My constant suffering. My constant incompetence. Never understanding what this world really demanding. Wheres my out. What will eliminate my doubt. A life unfulfilled. Born upon others thrills. An exile in denile. Only trying to find something worth while. No since of style. My soul is so full of bile. Dirty diseased as they made me. Try to calm me. My hearts racing. I'm pacing. Please soothe the savage beast. Please open the release. Set me free. A captor of my own being. A fellow cretin. A spawn of sin. An ugly reincarnation of evils contemplation. Pain is my pleasure. Blood is my favorite color. Do i even know what love really is? Can I ever forgive? Hating myself for what Ive become. Hating myself what ive done. A fallen angel who we spit on just for fun. My body is ravaged, broken, and torn. My soul is already gone. A conscience to aside. A liquid suicide. A melodramatic since of pride. The depth of my losses are so hard hide. Try what you will until it has been dis-proven. Draw your own conclusion. What you see before you is a mere illusion. For all that's left of my flesh. So cold, right down to the bone. Those who claim to be alone don't even know what it is to be a mere shadow. Walking right through walls. Nobody understands me at all. It is my downfall. An ackeles heal. Its so real. To feel, i only wish i knew. But when its been drove into you, you are nothing. What you become is but a speck of what you could be. Killing destiny. Never give it a chance. Trip them on the first dance. Shut them down by putting into to the ground. Head first, a sick kind of thirst. Think i just ate some dirt and it taste so damn good. I will never surrender like i should. I will continue my futile fight in the darkness, with the absence of any light for its my right. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 464 Special Delivery

Forever writing to deliver a message and its not always of good tidings. Its to drain out every emotion so i don't lose it. Anger inwards does nothing for the mind body or soul. Got to stay in control. Just swallow it down. Write every verse, even if its in reverse. Backwards its drips out of my head. From all the deaths to times i need to confess to my happiness. Anxiety drives me into states of a constant ambition to travel the unknown. The dangers of chancing what you don't have to spare. Wishing to be alone. So seditary in my ways. Pretending I'm okay. Being stronger then my ghost. Forgetting the pain. Playing a dangerous game. Trying to stay sane. Wishing people wouldn't complain about the frivolous an unimportant. sometimes it doesn't matter, and i don't care. Then i see just more despair. And i wonder what should i do. How should i proceed. Wanting all to succeed. But knowing that isn't how it works. Disturbed by the limitation of life. Saying f*ck it and turning all away with the cruelest indifference some have ever seen. Wish for my own death. But too proud to take my own life. An oxymoron with true meaning. So deep, so serious are the secrets i keep. Each one makes it worse than the first. Not truly understanding why i should. But still i do to protect you. Wisdom is not gained in years but the pain felt from the time that has pasted. The suicide of love with evil intent and malcontent. An empty heart wants it to always to be true. And that gives them the opportunity to lie to you. It so easy. A couple slips of the tongue then its done. Did you have any fun. What was your gain, what was you loss. Did you buy it. Did you survive it. Did you end it. Who was really in control. So many question will always be left unanswered. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 465 Spellbound(Revised)

An addiction, affliction, in mind and soul. Out of control. Mentally struck. Hypnotic. Hey maybe it's exotic. Lets touch it. Oooew so shiny smooth. Its a recluse He has come from far Just to stay under the radar Look at his battle scars The pain has got to be horrible. Demonically he whispers, 'I have you now'. And you're spell bound. Let me go. You scream. But no one really hears you. Nobody ever does. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 466 Spinning Chaos

Hate me, that's right placate the situation. No regret. I'm burning everything down to the very foundation. Without remorse or recourse. Take this to a new level. Grovel at my feet. Plead to me as you meet your maker. My anger swells into this savage beast. Retreat while you can. I know, i see, what is in me. The heartless is in control. He has no soul. He has prejudice against all. I will victimize. I will destroy every once of all that's good in this world. Leave it sold cold. Ice upon the face. Freezing and dying. Please let it be so slowly. Cause i want to see them suffer like no other. Punishment with an nasty argument. Pain is my name, i dish it out all the same. No favorites. No mercy for the weak. Round, and round it goes. Spinning chaos. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 467 Starving For A Child

Starving so they do not go hungry Make sure they have a better life. A gift to your fellow kin. We are men. We got a job to do. Sometimes it something I wish you knew. But I know better. You would do the same. Can't complain for the all the joy they bring A child's laugh is heaven on earth, Forever removing all the misery no how bad things get. No regrets. Here every last of my plates. Dishes I just no longer need to eat. Surviving on nothing but my own flesh and meat. With tears in my eyes, I can only hope and wish to see you all grown. As long as I have you I'll never be alone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 468 Status Quo

To be followed or to follow. I care not for either. Randomness with a touch of uniqueness. I would say please shove that in your pipe and smoke it. But you probably would. The power suggestion it's not a obsession. But a passion. I never said I had any sense of fashion. In fact when I was a young kid, I gave up the idea of being well liked. With a kind of smugness I'm telling you this. Not because I feel a need to explain myself to you. But to let you know I won't be following your status quo. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 469 Stealing Poetry

Watch out for the ones that suddenly loses poems, Poetry.com is her name. She published one of my works so long ago Now it just don't exist. Part of the past. Misrepresentation of a proclamation. She will not protect you She will cheat and steal from you Entered into a contest, promised you could win a award And I did, and will not forgive. Protect us the users in writing Or I will not use Its up to you to choose Can you say the words lawyer and sue If it continues someone will certainly have to She is poetry.com And she is so wrong John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 470 Step Father With No Legs

More about me with words so delicate I live in the home with my step father Why because he lost both his legs Why because his income, is not enough to pay all the bills. Why because I can't support two homes Why because my mother can't work and take care of him Most would shy away from what I'm doing But I won't and I'm not afraid to say so He nearly died twice with the last year Hospital trips galore This is just a taste of my world. For if I don't who will Neither of my sisters care A sacrifice in ones own being and self of steam The only time they will really be their is when things are to be claimed It doesn't bother me, I am not ashamed of who i am I will give them what they want when the time comes For I had chance to know him first hand I built a computer for him with my bare hands. I wanted him to see and feel the world The internet does that rest assure. He is excellent cook, he was an excellent carpenter. He wants to write book. Let me take the lead. My step father let me show you how Look and see. How horrible life can be. It can be mean and twist you. To the point suicide, by an amputee 25 pills a day. A bath room to small for the handicap. We had too put in our own ramp. So he could grill Yeah this is real. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 471 Sticking A Needle Into The Brain

Sticking a needle into the brain. Trying find the reason everyone went insane. Going down on a plane in flames. Burning from the insides. Huffing some pesticides. Such a clean ride. Knocking on deaths door. Heavenly denied outright. You will be destroyed. You are a blight. An insect in a world full of killers. Crawling as low as you go. Duck and cover here comes another.All you want is some truths. And they get out the noose. No more questions, no more we said. I will break some bread with the dead. Protecting them long after there gone. Holding on to everything they had before they committed suicide. Never stop looking for reason why. There is no compromise in a corpse eyes. Theirs no disguise. Honest as the sky. So revealing, so soul stealing, forever lost in a moment. So no I won't, I rather be a martyr, then a slave a system that don't listen. Money, honey I'm told as I grow mentally to old to dig for that gold. So I fight it, tooth and nail, bones so brittle, so frail. Its another wound that just wont heal. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 472 Stream Of Destiny

Two woman for a man A dreamer can dreamer can't he A great boost to his self esteem The picture painted for its beauty Sometimes you can be choosy Relief is coming from such a boring reality Dose the fire in gasoline The heat is extreme The embers glow and beam As all smiling faces should Illusions in practice can be good A fly by night under the moonlight Feeling something that just feels so right Not seeking any guidance for that catastrophe What will be will be Let me flow into the stream of destiny With no complaints but those of my own doing John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 473 Succession of A Transgression

The succession of a transgression. Isn't always for the best. Some times you just make more of a mess. Will somebody fix the fixers please. As if you really have a cure to their disease. Maybe it is you that is the one with the problems. Like a bird you keep dive bombing. The cat is waiting this time. He will get you. So keep at it. I don't desire our country to fall into this category. But I think it already it is. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 474 Such Are The Good Times.

This is to all my fans. Welcome to my little jam. A love to share with world. With her I have these wings to soar. I share every intense moment. I give in to every good thought. I try to write the honest anwsers. To cataclysmic caners. With the hero's as the midnight dancers. Each to his own. Sometime you must face it alone. When the darkness passes. Well be together again. As I make another home. To live as the best way I know how. Oh it's not my fault. It's not my fault, not my fault. None of it the suffering, the pain, the horrible sight of my best friend dying. To this it is I celebrate every night, for I'm celebrating one year less till I'll see you. Like a proper sentence. You were too good and I didn't deserve you. Now my hearts gone. Forever erased into the new. Even as I try to make them fit your shoe. It hurts every time.. A constant reminder. A sickness from the real side winder. We call her love. The scent of her still linger. Like a curtain. The fog comes to your eyes. I am a man and I'm free. The choices are mine. Such are the good times. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 475 Suffocating

A sympathetic morbidity. Ruthless pity. Always in the vicinity. The crows circle my head, letting me know if I try to help I might die. Some say its pure suicide. Its a hard knock life in which you must keep the sharks at bay. Their just waiting for you to fall in. Can you keep your balance walking down thinly braided rope? How long can you hold your breath before you start to choke? Cant you see I cant breath? I'm suffocating, so let me go. Didnt you hear me? I said let me go because, I'm suffocating. SUFFOCATING, SUFFOCATING. The practicality of pity. Like lovers i need it. And it needs me. God damn she so petty. But shes so sick always falling victim to the next itch. Turns out she was a b*tch. And I just got to get away. Again I'm suffocating. Because of a pact i cant retract. Sworn to a twisted seceracy. Blasmy of myself to a infinity. Pull the skin over my face. Hide the disgrace. Always smiling, when i should be one of misery and suffering. No destain for anyone in this heart. Even when its all falling apart. I brush off the battle scars like thier nothing. Absolutely nothing. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 476 Suicidal Lover(Revised, In line form)

Learning to live with suicide. Their was just something in her eyes. It almost made me cry. But damn't baby that was a wasted life. You can't be serious I wanted to make you my wife. Oh oh oh come on talk to me any way you want it. On the phone just to know your not alone. Sick in the pit of my stomach. As much as I'm their she doesn't even see me, taste me, feel me. A woman with no drive to survive. No soul. No more. Used, abused, and confused. Trust doesn't matter. For theirs no laughter. A enormous hole and no way fill the void. No need for control. A slave her own suffering. Misery fills me, and it has destroyed you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 477 Suicide With No Sound

Where are you. When I'm down. When I'm ready to drown. Suicide with no sound. A pound in the chest. A lump in the throat. the hands twitch. Life is a cinch. What would be missed. Just more emptiness. Where are you? When I'm down. When I'm ready to drown. Suicide with no sound. I found my head. Its a mess. Somethings are so hard to digest. Swallowing it all. Theirs another phone call. No one answers. They're already long gone. Death devastates. Give him some air for hes on the brink of despair. Where are you? When I'm down. When I'm ready to drown. Suicide with no sound. The headache is raging. The hearts racing. The mind is pacing. Going back and forth. should I do it. What would happen to all those I love. Would I be denied the heaven above. A push then shove. So close. Life altering to most. Where are you? When I'm down, when I'm ready to drown. Suicide with no sound. Anger drys the tears. All the pain disappears. The body goes numb. And all the fears are done. The battle is over before it can be won. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 478 Sun Meets The Edge

For me too it comes like a vampire, as the sun meets the edge. I see the paradise, melting images forever in my head. A reluctance to my leave my emotions left unsaid. As a spider let me weave my web. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 479 Swallow Your Pride

I'm on another trip I took one to many sips The bitter taste on my lips I can't breath Listen to me I'll exhale as my face goes pale Dark grey clouds So familiar of sounds I'm being haunted I just might be wanted Certainty is most certainly out of my reach Maybe some one can teach Deviant am I like a parasite I think I might just be wanted How far is too far? What is pride? Overwhelming Kill me from the inside Its my kind of reasoning But I'm not believing The colors are so deceiving Its a chameleon Adapt to your surroundings Create a foundation Put up a place Discard all aggravations Hand in my resignation No more consultations Another demolition Its so due No more premonitions Their just another lie That's how they get by Watch as they slide Whats not true can still hurt you You do as you do I will not judge I know no such love Not here Not from above A push A shove That's how you get completely messed up What I got I need not I'll just pick another plot There's the spot Bury me Bury me I will not get on knees Its not in me No dignity No self respect www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 480 Disconnected Another one of the rejected Turn on a light So I can get my bearings I want no guidance It's my destiny I'm not asking god to forgive me Then I break down and ask Shed my mask The contempt Hate Jealousy Rage Just turn the page of the forgotten age John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 481 Syndicate Of Marching Men

A syndicate of men have been marching Through the grassy field of yester years The wearing and tearing of their poor feet to tears. Bur still they go Knowing where they are needed Never knowing when they might be defeated Thoughts of family and friends They are a syndicate of marching men John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 482 Tactful Words Of The Here And Now.

From my bleeding heart I shall empty my soul. I will tell you exactly how I feel. Something so real from the airs distinct taste. To such a strong embrace. I grab you, I hold you, so afraid, never wanting to let go. This is in uncharted territory. A place, a situation that's completely left to the unknown. But i will map it all out in time. I will not wait for another to show the way. Everything will be okay always is. Its how i live. Always on top of it. Like a giant I'm moving mountains, causing a massive thunder. Listen to the skies roar. I row oar after oar steady as I go. Cause i already know. The opportunity, the responsibilities, the social anxieties with the follow through. Pick and choose. So suitable is you, is you, is you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 483 Take Her Off Life Support

I see mercury and i'll see you soon I'm shooting off the moon. It comes too quick. The one only power. It should not be your dieing hour. Yet it is. Beyond comprehension Beyond prevention How can I save you? What do I have to do? You name it. A contract written in blood. Where do I sign. Is their even enough time. I feel like giving up. I feel like just shutting everyone out. Please don't make me shout. Just lift one finger. Is that really too much to ask. Watching a car crash in slow motion. I'm swimming in a mix of twisted emotion. With love as my devotion. I promise things will change. Your death will not be in vein I'm sorry but I can not watch you die in pain. I must turn away. I just can't stay. So Powerless Fine its yours Fine its yours Take it Make it quick May god only forgive For the decision I made John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 484 Taking On The Arch Angel, Dark Angel, The Exiled Angel(Orginal Now Viewable) I say to the arch angel, I say to dark angel, I say to the exiled angel, I falter not, you can try all you want. Still I shall sing my silhouette. Of that which makes me love, me care, I will never fall into despair. No matter the poison in the air. Use the confused as weapons to attack my unwillingness to surrender. I defy you in every way. Even when I worn out my stay. I will not lash out, I will sit back and take it. For my sins can be forgiven. My prejudice can not. So I will not say what could be said with no regret. So I say arch angel, I say dark angel, I say exiled angel I falter not, no matter what you got hanging over my head, my soul is not dead, my ultimate pledge has not been broken. So come on hit me from every direction. Its only my life at risk. No one else, shall be punished for my mistakes. Yes they have caused great heart break. But in the end its for the better. I shall do this alone in the cold and dark. Still my insides burn. On fire till the day I die. So i say to the arch angel, i say to the dark angel, i say to the exiled angel. I falter not, never ask why, and look to the sky. For my purpose is unknown till he decides it should be shown. Blind faith, is something you cant touch or taste. Its deep with in under the skin. Locked within, waiting to be released like a genetic disease. It doesn't try to please. It has but only one need, to believe, in that which cant be seen. So I say to the arch angel, i say to the dark angel, i say to the exiled angel, i falter not, not matter the cost. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 485 Taking The Wings Of A Dragon

Here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. Im taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. I want to embrace the sky. I want to live my life before I die. I don't want to hide behind contradictions or lies. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. I'm taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready fly. Empty the mind, open the soul and let it all flow through. Broken hearts can be glued. I know that at one time it seemed as if I was screwed. But I have paid those dues. And now its time to move. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. I'm taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. The awe inspired. The truly desired. Stop to admire. What if that was yours? Oh so much do I adore. I must explore so much more. Never deny a chance to change the score. A riddle within is where I must begin. I must see this to the end. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Was I on the run? . Well now its over. Im taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. I'm getting ready to fly. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 486 Tell Me Now. Does It Satisfy?

Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Can you feel it in the pit of your stomach? The anguish of years. A fountain of tears. A pledge, a promise broken. Anger re awoken. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? With every lie a deep web is woven. Has every thing from you been stolen? Do you feel as if your at someones mercy? Does fear have you pinned down so tight. Its just not right. Your a victim of your own ability to be free. Swallow all your dignity. Say those two words help me. Or take matters into your hands. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Smile as you walk in denile. Its not really happening. Another proclamation of your imagination. Reality becomes a horrible trip. It would make most so sick. They couldn't take it. You just get deviant. Sneak around. Step so lightly. For next time he might be ready and waiting. Blood spattered across the midnight sky. Tell me now. Does it satisfy? Does it ever satisfy John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 487 Thank You Again

A good write is but a story told so well. From the heart my poems develop and swell. Try to as I might, to deny it is a fools errand. And in the end it is so hard to deliver that message. For I'm only here to make passage. It is of the time and mind in which we must listen closely. For images appear so ghostly. Vivid is that right in front of you and you don't even know it. Descriptions full of entrails. Your talent befalls a calling. Appealing it may not seem, but your only one who can redeem. You say it is I, I say it is you. If we do as we always do, will we get through? This life is but a roller coaster ride. It has ups and downs. But in the end this has been my turn around. I hope, wish, and pray, for forgiveness everyday. I'm not sure I could explain it any other way. And this my fan and friend is where it ends. Thank you again. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 488 That's Where The Good Stuff Is

Self gratification, taking pleasure in such a sensation. We are but humans with desires and needs. Put it in the back of your mind and keep lying to yourself. Dirty deeds. Say it don't exist. Another right wing fundamentalist God says it's wrong according the good book. Fairy tales that been twisted and manipulated to a humans need for control. Rewritten over and over again. Slowly things change. Another acceptance down the drain. Spill the wine, it'll be okay if you leave a stain. Who are we but interpreters of what god really wants from us. Each attaches himself to a different meaning. So deceiving I will not lie to myself about the way I feel ever. It just not in me. I am an open book please read. Oh start on chapter 16 That's where the good stuff is. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 489 The Act of Inaction by Those who Are Powerless

Credit only needs to be given where its been proven. Justification of how acquired is not necessary never has been. The less fortunate, find it more fortunate to be less and know that they weren't responsible for the mess. But their inaction is one and the same. We can all point the finger and blame. And live in shame. Or fix it, imagine that claim to fame. It's a sensation trying be sold everyday. Do it my way, no do it my way. In an argument of an agreement, neither have got the entire solution as a whole. But its together in which it's deployed. Each what they most desire. But in a compromise of selfish deeds. In which the loss of most important to be. It fades and soon you no longer see. What hides behind those clouds. A shroud, to protect you from the wholesome truth. In all the ugliness. In all the craziness. Self sustaining is just no longer possible. Not in the face of denial by systematic trials of those who have and have not been proven. So with one lost, comes one win. Human suffering is where it all begins. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 490 The Anger I Need

I never seen this coming Like atom bomb blowing up in my face I'm in complete utter shock Hurt in places I totally forgot Buried deep for such a long time Yet it seems like yesterday To feel like a wounded child What I want is not what I feel I'm out to destroy myself Every inch of me needs to be clean Wash away the sins My stomach burns The flames bring me to my knees It has become twisted An ability to the read the signs It should be mine And I hate myself for it A lack of observation Can it destroy the mind? The greed only makes me want to cut myself To watch the skin bleed I must suffer like no other Punishment Punishment For the lazy, stupid, egotistical, ignorant minds of our time Am I weak for the pain I feel? Am I weak for the lust to kill? Am I weak for my lack of understanding? Relating to my experiences so sick That sometimes they hurt to admit Denial hits, as I want to be pure Just so I can feel what's real Obliterated, and turned inside out I want to shout But not a single words comes out An empty mouth Anger locked away And I can't find that key I so desperately need To show I actually care about this When it is so wrong where is my anger? I need it Most would kill over less Oh such beautiful public humiliation But yet I'm still numb So indifferent to everyone and everything I think I lost part of my personality Was it by hiding it? Was it by denying it? Always using a piece of paper for what i feel with in Has it destroyed part of me?

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 491 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 492 The Anger is Here

All the anger in the world It means nothing to me I rather live in loneliness Then a life full of lies The pun of the surprise Open your eyes Look into the sunrise Can you see the disguise? Do you have the gull to ask why? You should You could Please If you only would Is survival all that matters? Your just another spec on a canvas so large Sometimes the simple can become the so complex Even the stars can't explain it Condemn it Burn it Ostracize it Put it on trial with the denial The feeling are clear They feel slightly sinister The devil is everywhere The power of a suggestion It will create an obsession It will kill us all The bigger they are the harder they will fall The trees wilt as the heart dies Listen for the beat Barely there I think their is a tare in the fabric of time Or at least in my mind Though I can't rewind No matter how hard I try The tear fall off my eyes Like rain drops in my city of darkness The smugness of our society I'm choking on it With my last out I scream and shout Oh brother another rant Please just shut up Just shut the hell up and listen for once in you pathetic life John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 493 The argument of caffeine

The argument of caffeine. Preventive medicine some say. Others believe that it causes increased chance of heart problems and strokes. Good old studies, when the medical society as a whole can't decide. How is one such as I who has no research invested in the subjects to decide. Its addictive I'll agree with that. It relieves some migraines, its been proven. That's one of the active ingredients in Excedrin migraine. It causes nasty side effects when you go off it cold turkey. I know from personal experiences. But a cure for some kind of Alzheimers, later on in life, hmm I just don't know. That's too much like trying predicting the future. And it would require extensive studies to be proven. Ones that were done the life span of human beings. It makes you more alert. The reason why when we first wake up we desire a cup of coffee is the addictiveness and it ability for it to wake us up. The aroma, the hotness, the bitter sweet taste. Fulfilling it is with a yummy doughnut in the morning. So for right now I'll continue to drink my caffeinated coffee. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 494 The Aries In Me

The blood curdling screams. I can still hear em. I wish i could just wake up from this bad dream. The pain comes from every direction. Its an infection of the mind. There comes a time when you must be cold. When you must say hell, no. I will not take this sitting down. I will fight everyone and anyone down to my last dieing breath. It is worth dieing for, it is worth killing for. I felt it and all i want more. Destroy or be destroyed. Hate me today, hate me tomorrow, your better off that way. I'm fighting the world today. So bring an army, cause i wont go down quietly. Its my night tonight. Can you see it in my eyes I'm on fire. Yeah i called you lier. I call them as i see em. And i wont back off. I'm a pissed off rottie who is no longer tied up. I'm ready to f*ck your sh*t up. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 495 The Awkward Room

Here we are sitting in a room You don't know me and I don't know you Introductions blurred Sit and Stir So uncomfortable Try to hide it, Try to fight it But it just won't work. I can't be bribed by something I do not need. Open the heart and just it watch bleed A stone forever cold, solid, and unbreakable A won't fall in Not like all the rest An antisocial mess Give chase, If you like what you taste But otherwise turn about face Just walk away I don't play Its just not in me Not when I'm in one of my moods Voices echo in my head so crude Cruel and rude are you to interrupt such a peaceful moment How dare you invade my kingdom unannounced If you weren't a women you would have already been bounced So I sit in this awkward and strange room Thinking of what I must do A question in which that does not seemed to be the right answer John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 496 The Benefactor

It's not to benefit, but to bring hope when there is no hope. It's a quote that reminds of some dear friend of you loss by tragedies end. It's to inspire and teach. It is to say please let this not be beyond my reach. It's a love and passion. No need of it from self gratification. It is to vent, repent, and confess to those who know nothing of you. It's an outlet so strong, that it can reach anyone! John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 497 The Bias of Greed

Family comes first Protect all those who been hurt the worse Listen to every word that's being said Cherish every last moment As if it was your last Never knowing how it going to go After sight can't come close to foresight Try as I might I don't see any forks in our roads anymore Not even sure I did before I'm reluctant to make these life threatening choices A mind clouded with bias Divide us who were once united A separation of the soul through pain Through monetary gain Through lust for some A women who can't remember your name It's all the same Its a illusion Mind over matter Just give them the distraction Watch the reactions Time it takes to escape Not too long with what you want Pure greed, is the base of our society As you talk the money walks Mind of its own Destroyed and left to your own All alone Scapegoat It hypnotizes Its rehearsed Instead of blaming and defaming We should be soul searching Ask him why? He tell you he was of the blind Purge ourselves of that which an honest man does not need Destroy Destroy I say please destroy John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 498 The Boy and the Teacher

Teacher, teacher, 'why is my gram parent going to have to go to a nursing home? ' 'Well', says the teacher in disgust. 'The republicans(Defenders of the rich) won't allow the raise of the government budget ceiling(The Amount Of Money That The Government Can Borrow.) they don't want to raise taxes on the job creators(Corporations..). But they want taxes on the workers and cuts in government funded programs to equal the new budget. The Democrats(The Ones Who Believe Our Country Should Be A Nanny State) . Don't want to make the cuts in certain government programs or raise taxes on the poor and want to raise the budget ceiling without paying for it.' The little boy says 'That don't sound that complicated. Why don't we just tax everyone across the board, according the money they make and have. And Why don't we make cuts in programs that are not necessary. Oh and while were at it why don't we bring back our military slowly. So were not spending 60 billion dollars month in other countries. Why do we have to police other countries? Or even a better question how can we afford too when our debt is so high? ' The teacher responds back, why don't you write your congressmen, senators, and president letters and ask them. The little boys says, 'Easy they would never read them.' The teacher a little annoyed says, 'You got answer for everything. And I thought I was the teacher.' The little boy chirps, 'your darn tooting'. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 499 The Boy Named Edgar

There was a boy named Edgar He met this girl when he was but of the mere young They always played together and had so much fun But one day a man approached and asked her for something The boy couldn't understand Her services were paid for He tried to save her But he only got her to hate him all the more From the back door he walk through Ripped her right off of him Then with a hammer he bludgeon The mans blood was spilled What was done couldn't be undone His name was Edgar and he just didn't understand With a prison sentenced he was slammed Forever to be marked a bad man John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 500 The Character Named Arrogance (Rivsed001)

This one I will not name for as for he use to be a friend Or as I thought His name will be Arrogance His been in and out of my life a lot So as a character I thought I should tell you of his life a and what not When I speak of narcissists. I'm not talking about myself but portraying myself as him Arrogance He was born in Pennsylvania And I'm known him since the age of 13 How we met, was not on friendly circumstances I went to pool, with friends and their he was treating this girl like shit He stole this girls cd, and wouldn't give it back unless she would let him get in her pants. This is the story I've seen over and over with him. Even now he has a women hooked by nothing more then deceit. Well I knew where he was keeping the cd. So me and the girl went and retrieved. Later on that day I was walking over to visit friend I saw him as I crossed this trail connecting one street to the next. He was with a girl who was playing a practical joke on him. They were suppose to be dating Well as I continued walking he shouted at me. How could you, you could do so much better, in a nasty way. I snapped I went right up to him and layed his ass to the ground. He got back up crying, I egged him on but he would not hit me. He spoke of promising his gram he would not. And that was the end of it. That summer, we ended up hanging out cause we knew same people. I was their with when a mob, hunted for him. Secrets be told he fell into a huge trap, in two teenagers were intentionally both dating him. It was a joint effort in causing bodily harm to him up. Revenge is bitter sweet to some. While others it horrifies. Not nice. Is the way I see it. With the indifference that now lies in my heart.

(This one will be a long one too... These Are Life Stories Of Ten Years Plus) John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 501 The Child in Us All

Children we are all When it comes to love When it comes to the fall Games need to be played For in the world of games comes pleasure Its good to take measure Common place in our homes It reminds us we are not alone When it becomes hated and ill related We are lost in the seriousness of forgetfulness Where we came from Who we are A constant reminder We can't let it drift to far Look at the shining star Tell me what you see Is it the child in me It gives me the power to believe When others will not They say let it die and rot You see it as a fashion I see it as a passion Lets agree to disagree Under this great tree of irony John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 502 The Choice Of A Second Chance

The old man says, 'I'm not ready yet.' Oh when death in all her splendour comes, what will you say? Take me here and now. In debt by a vow. With wedlock it surrounds. With love the heart pounds. But only the darkness is sought to be found. A purpose unknown and unclaimed. A seeking of fame. As if only to remember my name. Destine to complain to the very last breath. In a world of uncontrollable circumstance. The chaos of all the utter nonsense. Picking berries from a million bushes. Which is the right one? How do we choose. Knowing in all eventualities we will all lose. We say we must do right. But by whom? And that question forever looms. Always stagnant on my mind. Making a pack with all kinds. A world full of fortune tellers. A story book of lies. A second chance to do the dance. Reborn in the wicked storm. The skies light up. The thunder roars. And the choice still has to be made. Were all dressed up and no where to go. Oh no, oh no. I'm just going to continue on with the show.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 503 The City Of Idiots War

They declared war. Facing odds a million to one. Just no way to win. Facing the city of idiots. Each opinion differs. No art to compromise. Not with these guys. And when the sun falls so will the skies. All for the cause. The question is are you ready to die when the time comes. Another courageous son. A mark of death sit upon his head. Guns being filled with lead. A bullet as a solution. A drawn out conclusion. A victim to our own conformity. A wish and a prayer for absolution. But all I hear is the calm before the storm. Were all gonna die. If not now it will be sometime. Past present and future. Pages of history filled with blood. A hated tragedy of love. Just watch as it all comes undone. Are we to be stunned cause now it reaches our home. Always waging the wars so far away. But now it's here today. And it will not go away. They demand absolute surrender. They are the people. They will take down all the greased palms with napalm. The fire blazes in the their eyes. Some will not survive. A question hovers in the air. Oh why did this have to happen. Cause no one ever listens. Bare witness to sins of our fathers as it repeats through the generations. As exterminator it is time for another elimination. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 504 The Complexity Of Necessity

The complexity of necessity. Complacently completely and fully. The unruly giant sitting below the twilight. today which way will the wind blow. Who knows. It changes nothing, for things will get done. I will become a son of gun. Its not lust its a must. Winning favor with an alligator. Vicious but good to have around. Protecting myself with some razor claws. It me and you. what are you going do. Fool me once okay, fool me twice time to change your ways. Fool me thrice it ends today. It was a bad play. But the games up. For its time to shoot some ducks. So you better take wings and fly away. Before I change my mined. Your running out of time. Choices have to made. Even if it causes the house of cards to cascade. I can taste the marmalade. So bitter yet sweet and that's way you treat me. So here and now I'm calling you out. Without the slightest doubt. Your of the lost and found. You were found. Are you ready to be lost yet again? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 505 The Conspiracy Of Greed

Read another news paper, skimming through the whose who. A million stories most heart breaking. But i don't know what i can do. Try to educate the kids. When its adult mistakes that hurt the most. They create these ghost of our past. Will they forever stay. Will their be a day when all is okay. A mission of mercy. A mission of controversy. A hierarchy that tares us down as individuals. A slave to a system that says it wants change. But do they really know what that is. A pretty face in front of a camera talking so smooth. She has always been their. Evil is her influence. Being mind f*cked and not even knowing it. Is their no way of stopping it. A useless protest we digest. Another teachers strike for absolute fairness. Where is the American awareness. Stuck behind that pretty face. Shackle and chained. Pointing the finger to blame. But we are all at fault. So we must all bring this to hault. Shut down the system. Siege the white house, demand resignation starting their. Start at the top work our way down. Make our demands and draw a line in the sand. Suspend all forms of travel. Come in like a hurricane. A human disaster. We must break this system. Revolt even as they try to consult. Propaganda on every t.v. Station. A nightmare is our federal regulations. All the corporation, we have been instigated. Cease this has become a global disease. A fine for those who don't have insurance. What the hell is wrong with us. I keep seeing more and more homeless. So many among the jobless. Undereducated hard workers fall one by one. Next we will grabbing guns, it will lead to violence you watch. Millions vs a select few. It always ends with you. A person a voice a choice. This can still be fixed but we need a new government. Capitalism is officially dead no matter what has been said. So don't bring that daily bread to me cause i wont eat it. Not no more. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 506 The Creation

I'm writing with every quotation as my sensation With elaborate details as the realization Taking a canvas and drawing the trees Taking a canvas and drawing the seas It is all bubbling over. Sitting here with kettle I'm stirring With my eyes I'm blurring With my mouth I'm splurging In the depths of my own existence There is a being who lives Sometimes he is of the great Sometimes he is the snake Each time something new With my imagination unglued Fall in love with the fellow will you Mellow the anger Bring up the sadness Turn it in happiness It is my creation It is my revelation John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 507 The Creation Of Giants.

The creation of giants. You made me. You saved me. A destiny set in stone. Just remember your never alone. Ups and down, but still around. Its hard work in the making. Its just breath taking. All I've been through and I still haven't unglued. On the ins and outs no doubt. Brought down by being a little too proud. But still I clear shroud of darkness. I know friends when I see them. They don't prey upon me, yet their always there for me. Tripping over my own feet from time to time. But still i know the roads i must find. Their my stars align. A charted map i can see it now. It glows every night, and i know its right like a premonition. Some so great. Its the creation of giants. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 508 The Cult

From a culture you build From a warped opinion you destroy With words you hypnotize Pretending something you're not All shall follow with no mind of their own Actions done as a group In unity, in harmony. With such evil intentions. We must learn the art of prevention. (For those who are not educated, are victims themselves.) John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 509 The Cycle

The practices of speeches Sharing a little vision An insight To tonight, to tomorrow With words borrowed We do not own them any more then our thoughts They meant to live beyond the pages They meant to teach those off all ages It as any love Their there too give you a hug Their there to remind you to not be so smug Explaining the because as it was What has happen They crawl, walk, and talk They are everything and nothing Ink scribbled down and folded up. It is love note As a kid does passed to another read aloud in ones heart then it is ripped and torn apart. to be forgotten except by that which beats so hard for a child does not lightly forget reinventing it with their own style and smile it is the english language cycle John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 510 The Dark Knight Comes Too Pass

The dark knight has come Fighting for his moment Fighting for his glory Fighting for his thrown Fighting is all he has ever known From a mere boy Being raised by the wolves Living in the darkness for just too long Something just went so wrong The dark knight has come Fighting for his moment Fighting for his glory Fighting for his thrown Fighting is all he has ever known Was it a death so desperately Forever in misery A loves tragedy Is always so sad to see The dark knight has come Fighting for his moment Fighting for his glory Fighting for his thrown Fighting is all he has ever known The not so dead family A murder held with in their arms With no recourse With no remorse

The dark knight has come Fighting for his moment Fighting for his glory Fighting for his thrown Fighting is all he has ever known He's the alternate ending As the light comes to pass Shadows lurk They shouldn't be disturbed Let them rest in peace The dark knight has come Fighting for his moment Fighting for his glory Fighting for his thrown Fighting is all he has ever known Festered hate fills his eyes www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 511 As he is victimized By those desecrated his loves grave Becoming of the nightly terrors The dark knight has come Fighting for his moment Fighting for his glory Fighting for his thrown Fighting is all he has ever known John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 512 The Darkness Of No Dreams.

In the darkness of no dreams What will become of our country? Looking to the future. As if I can see through the mist. Will the political madness forever reign? Will we continue to march for the ignorance of greed? A belief that we can continuously live beyond our means. Is that a goal we really wish to achieve. A debt to a power of infinity. Is that really divinity? Choking on the smoke screen. The same from new faces. What really changes? Promises being made that one knows they can't keep. Prolonging the problem. Putting it off for someone else. I just want to put food on my table for me and my family. Working hard for the basic necessities. And you fools make a mockery of everything I stand for. So slowly my world is being destroyed. Less and less for more and more. With each of your new supposed accomplishments. Comes another devastating consequence that you will never feel. Because you don't live as me. Yet you are making choices for my life without my consent. Stop trying to fix it and just stop spending. I wish I could write this ending John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 513 The Dead Can Never Be Forgotten

The rose turns black, the eyes turn red. A ghost haunting my soul. Still you right next to me. Seven years seems so long, dead and gone. You are missed as is your succulent kiss. Lost in the night fog, the glass broke I held you in my arms, carried you safety but it was already too late, you complained of being cold. And it took all i had to hold the tears from falling. I died inside. I was weak and imbudent. It destroyed everything I loved and knew. Even now you are still in my thoughts, driving me with last words that were to me. I love you but you must let go. You already knew. For better or worse, i wanted to curse the world at that moment. You were gone pronounced dead on the spot. You were the best I ever had. To replace that hole in my heart hasn't happen yet. I live with many regrets but not that night. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I still pray for the day when I get to see you again. But I must keep going, keep looking on how to fill the void its still there, even after all the time. Most wouldn't understand, you were the one of a million. I've tried and tried. Its still not working, its still hurting, but it has become dull a faded. But must never forget what it meant the time we spent together. Every waking moment just another mistake on top of greatest love I ever had. But finally I have truly moved on this was the closest I ever felt to love I had for you. And now I fucked it up yet again. Its okay there will be another day when the sun shines bright again. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 514 The Depression Of Fake Love

To the sick and indifferent. To the blind wicked perverse and much worse. To all those so close to the edge. Do not fear the fall. Embrace it in all its glory. Its a forgotten story of olden times. The pleasure is so fine. Love is so fake when you've seen the bottom of this black lake. Frozen over. So much colder. Are you getting bolder? Soon or later you'll hate her, like all the rest. We are just not among the truly blessed. I try to rest my head, hoping for another pass over. A near miss. An alternate existence. Its the nightmare of the never ever land. Isn't it so grand. Holding hands walking down the isles of the forsaken and the damned. A forced arrangement, engagement. A suffering stranger. Caring when there nothing there. An empty bottomless abyss. A black hole smashing goodness of the sun. The absence of life. A suicide by a sharp and jagged knife. The night is becoming a monster of greater demons. Your eyes start bleeding. Your body starts heeding the dire warnings, dire threats. Trying to forget all the regret. In a fret. Caught in a humans net. Sufficating on pillow. Becomeing another widow. Death is on the rise. Look at all the bodies and where they lye. So much turmoil in the sky. A war upon the heavens. We are me insects, on a scale beyond our greatest imagination. Being of the divine is just another book of fiction. Morals are drowned by all the hate. Rules broken by those who got it all. A pledge is made up to shut up the discontent. The important is so irrevelent. Prevent a dieaster with no mercy. Dictate whose soul we should break. Aggravate the hopeless with promises that can never be kept. A soldier killing his own with such an indepth personal touch. All for the cause of a disguise. We hideing so many upon there demise. Hoping for some kind of compremise. A doomsday agreement leaves so many bitter setiments. The hunger is dragging its feet. Still there no sympothy. This is the pleasure of constant agony. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 515 The Dreamer and The Redeemer

If you dream, your are a dreamer If you take action to redeem, your are the redeemer Success is not measured in time If only real goals and not of the mined. Talk, as the baby walks, speaks, crawls. Towards it so slowly, But as in any eventualities it is achieved. Not by the talker, but the baby Who knew nothing but did something Procrastination, kills all motivation. Wish you would, could, should Its all good, but its nothing more then a mere thought Like the fisherman who never caught you are. Always wanting to put that pole out there, but it just never is Reasons why and why not no pity on you for what you have and have not For a chance wasted, is one that could be taken. I could go on and on with this but why worry about what one missed. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 516 The Emptiness Of Enlightenment

Without personality intelligence means nothing. The smartest person can be also the cruellest. He is a man who is looking for the answers without a heart. But he will never find them cause he has nothing to follow. I call this the emptiness of enlightenment. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 517 The Encouragement of A Tragedy

This life is full of 'drama' every day With blind eyes we let it melt us away. A tragedy is but both a life best and worse experience. Some would call this by that name. It is the exaggeration that makes it good or bad. An abnormality in repetitive motion. Over and over like a life boat in the ocean. Attention sickness is what I call it. It is no longer told because it causes pain. But instead it used a draw in pity. It is used as an excuse to do something, or act a certain way. The reality of it should always be treasured. But the over obsession of it should never be encouraged. Or come with a smiling acceptance that it usually is given. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 518 The Falsified Claim of the Roofie and the Women

So sorry hear from you again. Back from another on of your excursions I see. So how did your sick perversion go. Oh oh you put on quite a good show. A hell of a dating scam. It took ten years from this man. He went to prison for rape. A unjustified claim. He just wanted the money you stole. He lied to get it back. It pissed you off when you found out. With venom you went straight to the hospital. Pull out the kit. Check me out. He fed me a roofie. The next thing I woke with no clothes.(40 minutes later) He was pulling up his pants. I made no scene and didn't even realize I was raped. Strange don't you think. I went home. Then I thought about what must have happen (3 hrs later) . Oh he rapped me. Yeah I stole his money. And I gave it back so that has nothing to do with it. It is the truth because I am a women. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 519 The Favor

I just did you a favor No thanks for it A moment you will have to always savor Ungrateful till you last breath You want to blame anyone for your mess But let it not be of my success. An orchestrated collaboration. Let me tell you it is so fascinating. Lets stay on the topic at hand if we can I just did you a favor No thanks for it A moment you will always have to savor Ungrateful till you last breath Let it be the test. Lets pass it around. Study it very closely Blame with the word mostly I think their is some you missed It could be just me Maybe the sun has blinded my sight I'm sorry but I just can't see With my finger tips I feel for the light I just did your a favor No thanks for it A moment you will always have to savor Ungrateful till you last breath As I confess You sit there and laugh Look at him so pitiful Well let me tell my emotions I control If I want to let go I do It is my choice in which I choose It is my voice in which I lose I just did you a favor No thanks for it A moment you will always have to savor Ungrateful till your very last breath Stop avoiding the topic Lets just it put it on the chopping block Get it over with Smoke and mirrors A misdirection of the lights reflection Looking through a telescope towards your direction Don't worry I can trace it back And their lies the facts You think I won't react. Well your so wrong I will Here's the deal. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 520 I just did you a favor No thanks for it A moment you will always have to savor Ungrateful till your very last breath I just did you a favor No thanks for it A moment you will always have to savor Ungrateful till your very last breath Fine its now your problem For to me your already forgotten John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 521 The Fight Of Your Life.

Getting ready for the fight of your life. The pressure is on. And you must be dynamite. Shine like never before. An insatiable appetite. No holding back. The thunder from my hands will be felt miles away. This is my last shot. And i shall falter not. Its life or death. Its without mercy. No pity for those who cant do for themselves. Revel in it. Its arrogance or confidence. Take your pick. I'm a royal prick. I'm a *ssh*le and a d*ck. But I'm living. Their comes a time when you must put the past behind. Three steps forward, two steps back. Always under attack. Well come I'm ready for the fight of my life. What ever it takes. Make or break. My will is strong. I know where i belong. Protecting them is over. I shouldered those burdens for way to long. Take a picture, savor this moment. For I'm ready for the fight of my life. Trying to predict the ending. Futile efforts. Betting on sh*t deals. Destroying what isn't real. It was never their. So now most despair and are not prepared. But I'm aware of what has to be done. Its not gonna all be fun. But im still ready for the fight of my life. Live and let live. So hard to forgive. Breaking so many ethical boundaries, all at once. Renouncing all claims. I want no parts of it. Your loss. Your cost. Substituting one bad habit for another. It wont happen again. No more friends cause I'm getting ready for the fight of my life. It will be the fight of my life and i must do it alone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 522 The Forest Fire

The fire burns yet again A forest slowly dies Animals run and flee for the lives A men try to protect their homes A place so unknown Looking through the glass It is as if I'm there I smell, and taste of the smoke in the air Blacken skies billow above sun rise Water pours from hoses so long For if only they can get control of it before it is all gone So disheartening. The absolute devastation one of natures most beautiful creations. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 523 The Forgotten Soldier

The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Scarred for all eternity. Searching for divinity. Prayer yet to be answered. Smoking has just brought cancer. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Looking for forgiveness in all the wrong places. So many name and so many faces. An anecdotal pun he has become. A history lesson has been undone. Wars never can be won. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. In his eyes lies the blood of many. Sleepless nights of sacrifice and murder. And in the end their is no one to comfort. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Times have changed. Now he can only wish he was flying a jet plane. Treated like dirt. Crippled and weak. And the man just turns the other cheek. The forgotten soldier. Hes getting older. Hes getting colder. Today is his birthday and he spends it in a nursing home all alone. To all he is forgotten dead and gone. But i remember, i remember all the forgotten soldiers. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 524 The Forgotten Son(Name Revised Hopefully Viewable)

Oh exiled angel, oh the forgotten son, please say your not the only one. Its a sad life of loneliness we live in. Have you given it your all? Sacrifice after sacrifice. Everyone has disappeared. Oh exiled angel, oh forgotten son, please say your not the only one. Dreams are broken. Dreams are stolen. Still you are standing here. Holding on. You are only so strong. Baring your soul time after time, just to see it fade, lying in the wake of all those horrible mistakes. Only true heart break is everlasting. Oh exiled angel, oh forgotten son, please say your not the only one. Not the only one. How can this be? A denied destiny. Was it too much gluttony? Was it all those stories you told were unfounded? A lier in dire straights. Everything is so complicated. Oh exiled angel, oh forgotten son, please say your not the only one. Your life has just begun. Yet its already half over. Were picking a four leaf clover. One by one. The leaves are gone. Until theirs absolutely nothingness. The black sun is what you've become. Oh exiled angel, oh forgotten son, please say your not the only one. Are you burning on the inside? Is fire what ignites your desire? Burn it all, burn it all. These thoughts run through your head. Sometimes you feel better off dead. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 525 Some words are best left unsaid. Ignorance is bliss, till you reach the end of your existence. Then you forever wonder what you missed. It feels like another outer body experience. Oh exiled angel, oh forgotten son, please say your not the only one, not the only one. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 526 The Game

here we are again Always staring down that barrel of that gun This battle has just begun A War of a treasonous son The death of so many on our hands powerless we are one by one they fall marching to the top of it all A weakness is but our strength under the cover darkness he we are again Its time fix things They way I should of so long ago Buried under the snow The drifts blow slowly a picture starts to show its a face with no name Its a plan so honest that it cant be done without modesty its more of the fickle irony that constantly plagues me here we are again stirring a pot red hot just to see what I really got no longer a pretender but a true defender for everything there's something good its chaos its order its balancing yourself walking down the rails the rust ages and get pail but still the metal stays true solid steel is what I'm about to wield from the fires of heaven and earth hell doesn't seem much worse here we are again friends that have a common goal time to move on everything has fallen to head a stop in mid air doing cartwheels in the despair not even close to being scared devils beware we are here to stay to get in the way to change the way games is to be played no matter the hate I will walk away feeling okay a foretold future is opened when you go back to the past wounds that are but mere scars on our souls buried deep within forgiving is to be living breath can get so shallow hiding in the dark no more no more www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 527 another chess game once more John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 528 The Gate Keeper

If only to understand, what does that truly mean? You can do it the man in the suit says, as if hes always known. But has it been thoroughly inspected? What has he really shown? Was he just pissed off, and that's the end of it. Only time will tell with this one, he says yet again. Like he's judging those who come out of the wood work every day. A thought to pondered. A thought wondered. A question that goes unanswered. To know, is a dangerous power in which one envelopes them self in. An ego to all men. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 529 The General

The one holding all the cards in the art of love and war never chooses to fight For he surmises that fight without losing lives, is the only one worth while. A coward he is not, a strategical general he is. He knows when hes beaten And he knows when hes won He never lets arrogance get the best of him Or whims of a fancy mislead He boosts moral any way he can He is king in his men heart He wears the worst cloths of the lot Knowing only of what he needs not When the enemy here's his name they either flee Or become traitor to their own Switching sides under the cover of night They say cheers him as hes alright John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 530 The Ghost Of Pain

Take your given credit and just shove it. I'm sorry but that's murder with a pen my friend. Like spilling a cup of coffee on a brand new page. But that doesn't happen to often this day and age. Instead it is all written through electronic foot prints. Strokes of keys to infinity. Claiming ownership of anything and everything. A profit must be made. If your the second to come up with it. It is just too bad. Their will be a wall you can't get past. You crack the code and there will cuffs on the other end. The hanging will happen without your notice. An imagination pumping them out so fast. Lets see if some of these monkeys are up for the task. The thought process itself they will soon have. A craving for a world full of slaves. Naked and labouring among one another under one man. Above them hangs a guillotine just waiting. He will keeps the heads as his trophy to remind anyone who would even try and dare undermined his rule how they would die. Fierce and unrelenting as the whips relentlessly causes their skin to bleed. Like a dogs he mushes their work right along so he can line his pockets with the fruits they bare. Make a false claim under his name. And nobody questions him cause they can't. Once and forever silenced by their blasphemous tongues. One by one nails are driven in his hunting lodge where just for the sport of it he kills them for fun. He baths in the blood, sweat, tears, and fears. The men who surround him say cheers as the enjoy the special favours given. Just continue keep them in check. Trust me nothing bad will happen. Put them down when necessary. Kill their entire family mentally, physically and financially. Engulf there world in horror. And point to others to blame. These scapegoats are puppets on his strings. When one take a fall another one just pops to replenish the ranks. This bush has many roses. Hidden underneath lies many thorns. There sharp be forewarned. Who will be next one to to put his hands upon them. It's another attempt at grabbing air as if you actually could. The ghost of pain written upon someone else's name. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 531 The Girl in Flordia

Met a girl in Florida She was fine for a time Then we both became bored out of our mined I just moved their finding a job was all i needed but time was short I lost my seat She found another oh brother I lost the house I called home She took in a megans law That brought nothing less then shock an awe So tell me how'd that work? You chose the sick over me I guess I had to much honesty I guess it was something I really didn't need She was not my destiny certainly I was told I could so much better But your kids I loved as my own What you did was just wrong Demented and too far gone Beyond my reach With my words if I could only teach This was the last time I ever heard from the girl in Florida John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 532 The Haunting

Sometimes its to late. but still you must go on. So much work to watch it all come undone. three steps forward five backwards. Minute in the scheme of things. but so precious at the time. a pretty little diamond lost. who really knows the way, when everyone's playing to be the next great actor. Be subtle and discreet has never been strong suit. and now it has cost you. a bad dream of cruelties making. no mercy on the ignorant, no pity upon the decadent. an evolution in corruption when everyone knows. and no one even cares. just bring on the despair. let it hit your body like the cold winter air. Light the lies to keep the fires burning and people urning. eventually it catches up with you. a ghost from you past. hated from the moment its been created. but still it will not just fade way. its got something to say. I'm gonna break you. Oh yeah, yeah now I got you. No more hidden getaway. things will be settled today. by my haunting. the task ahead of me is so daunting. but this time is where it comes to an end. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 533 The Humorous Life

One day long ago, you were someone i wish i would of known. You blow my mind sometimes, thinking every thing would be fine. I was destine to wonder why? How high must I be to perform such evil deeds. Angels are insects. The devil is a reject. Gods a comedian, always making something so wrong slightly amusing. Point and laugh. Happiness is sadness upside down. Its backward please turn it around. Only then can the truth be found. Sorry if I'm too loud. But i feel proud of my indecent exposure. I think I've lost my composure. Another nic in the door. I don't think I can take much more. Split it down the middle. I guess i shouldn't meddle. Hit the gas petal to the metal. Whose gonna tell? Ah what the hell. I'm giving in to my true feelings. I feel so damn good. The wrong is the right. Its all the matter of the light. Sorry if its too bright. Let me do a little redirecting. Sooner or later I'll be the one perfecting. What was your is now mine. There is no more time. Absolutely none. But hey it was fun. Now its done. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 534 The Hunters And Hunted

Every time you start screaming, I'm just thinking is he even listening? cause i can't even think. someone pass me a drink. so much repetition in my head. another massive headache. Then i hear some dishes break. Just when will he listen, just when she shut up. the buck is got to stop somewhere. oh yeah i will go there. lived with it, done it. know it all to well. hate to be around you but the sex is good. knew i always would. like bad habit we all fall into. Can't live with it, can't live without it. denial of a mans primal instincts is like a request to die a little inside. it is who we are, it is what we are, it is how we are, systematic, unsympathetic, the world is ours, on a plate dinner is served. the hunters and the hunted. which are you going to be? everyone is chasing after this so called American dream. their just doesn't seem to be enough of it, but i still want. a millions words written with so little meaning. We have no more, don't you get it. denied but definitely not justified. To many explanation speeches. like an understanding with no solution will make a bit of difference. create your own all alone. make peace with your god. prepare to live a verse so rehearsed, like it was meant to be. No originality, we are building another machine. It lives my life for me. no comprehension of what it really takes. breaking out. i just want to be free. it is my destiny now. but i just can no longer bow, to an unequal system that betrays the ones it was designed to protect. here we got another reject. a DNA freak, must have been massive inbreeding in his family. your sick, your sick, your just one those sick people who has no morals, no rules, no standards to adhere to, completely to free as you please. wish i may wish i might, no more wishes i think its going be tonight. my venture to kingdom has just begun. and it has its perks and fun. mercy my i think my soul has already come undone. A victim circumstance. it was their so i took it, now i got to pay yet again. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 535 The Impoverished Existance of Political Correctness

Political correctness Is not definitive, by in or an outward of any projections It but mere reflection of the times What is right now What guarantee of certainty for tomorrow So these words in their impoverished existence Could mean something Or Could mean nothing Its all an inheritance of chance Gamblers know this game all to well Another loss is the debt that must be paid So you speak of political correctness, express its possibilities of change With properties that can be rearranged John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 536 The Intent Of Being Naive

Is it a trait that means that we should be treated as dirt, NO! Should we use you till you have nothing NO! Should we deny you your rights NO! Are you dumb because of it NO! What is being naive? Is it pretending things are simpler then they really are? Or is it not understanding how complex something is? The true question of being naive isn't what it means but its intent. Lieing to yourself or others shouldn't have an excuse such as naive. Now on the other if its true lack of understanding, then you should welcome any educating and we should be happy to do so. And we shouldn't associate being naive as stupidity unless there is no willingness to learn. Then its more then naive its ignorance and denial rolled into one. Am I willing learn yes. Will I ask question when I don't know yes. Will take a stand on what I believe with an open mind yes. Will I debate with someone I believe to be naive without the intent of denial yes. Being naive just means you got something to learn. Are you willing? or Are you in denial? Huh? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 537 The King and His Pawns

I'm sorry but I just can no longer look away. When all are in grave danger. Complete chaos and turmoil. Their is the prey and predator. Which are you gonna be. How long will you stand for it? Their will be an uprising This is something I'm definitely surmising. Not enough money to stop them all. As the price of a life becomes once more worth more. Then a common denominator. With those hating every moment they have defend what they take. 'Stolen! ' says the old man. 'You stole that from me! ' the pregnant women screams. Even the child bears disregard for your leadership. ~The king can only lead as long as he has his pawns. John Bastian. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 538 The Love Must End

Again your keeping me up at night. Thoughts of you forever on mind. Every time you smile i want to make you do it again. Every word you say i listen too intently. You speak so gently, oh the whispers of an angel. You have me now. Any way you want me. On top of you. You on top of me. Sideways, and backwards. Against the wall so tight. There so much energy in you. We both have seen the dark side of life. From alcoholics suicides, to murder she wrote over coke. We don't pretend, death is all around us. It makes stronger, it makes us weaker. But still real reasons will always be you. I would say I love you. But then i would have harder time with each goodbye. Its a mix emotion I'll never understand. Nothing is set in stone. Perfection doesn't adhere to desires, needs, or wants. Their is no code i must live by till and I'll be damned other then doing the best can. And if this doesn't satisfy I don't care. I shall not shed a tear. For who I am who I will always be. And if this offends you I'm sorry not for it but the loss of you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 539 The Lure of Being Lured

Why do they constantly try? When each time fail. A lure of no avail Catch a piece of the sky An endeavor forever to set sail. The wind howls then makes one last wail. Dark clouds cover another sunrise Dumping the sand of time in a giant pail. Down comes the hammer smashing one last nail. Never to make a compromise The darkness will never prevail Even in the hardest hail Just a man in a disguise His voice so frail His breath so stale. To the rise Even a slug can't forever fail Just breath then exhale. One last good bye Just down some ale. For here comes that cab you must hale John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 540 The Man Exclaims Part01

The man exclaims, 'It was by mere chance that I was in the parking lot when the man died, with the murder weapon in my hand. No sir I had o idea how he died. I just picked up the tire iron to check the pressure on my cars tires. I always used this tire iron. For I've always used the one from the parking garage to check my tires.' the officier spoke sternly in a serious tone, 'that tire iron is not the weapon that killed this man.' The man questioned in a state of confusion, 'Then what did? ' The officier was angry now. He screamed, 'you did after you smacked him with the tire iron. You ran over him 6 times.' The man exclaimed, 'but that's not even my car. That's my wife. Mines the one next to it. I'm being framed I swear.' John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 541 The Man Of Maddness

The man of madness How can I describe the craziness Forgetting his wallet on his back seat Screaming at some lady cause they double charged him for his coffee Keeping every single receipt Penny pinching with deceit Paying his employees What he wants When he wants The American forced into slavery Good honest jobs are just so hard to find Whistle blowers aren't treated to kind Top dollar is a figment of the mind Faster faster Do you jump while being held at finance gunpoint Do you say I won't and ask for a raise Or to be paid legally as you are. Robbing from the taxes of the already poor 7.25 over, and 2.75 under. Never truly work enough to collect unemployment Hes a.d.d. and has very little routine All I want to do is scream. So many holes he slivers through Money laundering in Florida. Just get them to write the check out to you Have your mother cash it. Yeah that will do. Yeah the IRS has no clue. For they have already audited you Squeaky clean so it seems. Never repair or fix any equipment. Just so rigged, its just your employees after all. No lunch or 15 minute breaks Lovely are the 14 hour days No time and half all extra hours will be banked for the week in which need This is my boss This is my job This is what pays my bill No thrills in the thought of this For it makes me ill Here just give me that pill All the insanity will be healed June 21 2011 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 542 The Man of The Hollow

With words that wed They eat upon the simplicity For if it can be done, it is Like a moment cherished that was never yours You become one of the scourge. Emotions twist and turn Alliances are forged With a thought swallowed You are the man of the hollow John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 543 The Man Who Still Walks With No Legs.

Without asking how can one ever beg. Been knocked down a couple pegs. Look at the man who still walks with no legs. He no longer sprints, but eh who needs to be always be in a hurry any ways. That's when most of my mistakes have been made. Some do well under pressure I don't. So I don't desire or ask under legitimate or non legitimate to affect my persona. For I don't have the time to constantly write and as such I don't want people constantly expecting what I can only at certain times deliver. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 544 The Man, The Demon

I tell you this man spits out so many ideas in a day How is it even possible Their is just no way Maybe not a man A demon of sorts With talents as every resort Lighting coming out of his finger tips He hiccups and there's another Not all as brilliant Not all as defiant Each their own unique characteristics He builds stories upon stories with nothing other then a fountain pen He is the best writer I have ever known With proper etiquette that defies all sense of being With his words he has shown As I just a simple man continue seeing John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 545 The Memories of the Greater Good

Get out of the way. Just let me take the bullet for you. One mistake That is all it takes. Then it all over. Waking up sober. The reality. Get ready. Hold on to my cape. Let me give you my escape. Go before it's to late. Don't look back. Their is not time to second guess. Just react. The rain washes all these thoughts away. I was just looking into another photograph in a my album. The memories have each their own little sound. As a bird chips in a melody. So do these great harmony. They're you were. Sitting by the pool all alone. So I just went right up and started talking to you. Breaking the ice with a smile. I had no since of style. The shyness I fought through. The fog moved. So focused on getting to the bottom of what was wrong. What was this pretty attractive young girl moping around for. Then I met him. And It all became so clear. The face of many beings. Each a different narcissist. A falling out, the had already been spread. It started to grow. It started to sprout. Peeking it ugly head out of the ground. The rain washes all these thoughts away. I was just looking into another photograph in a my album. The memories have each their own little sound. As a bird chips in a melody. So do these great harmony. It was too late things were put into motion. With love as my devotion. I made a sacrifice, the first of many. I took a dive and let him beat the hell out of me. For I was smart enough to know what would happen next. His evil intentions shown. No longer was he in control. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 546 The spell had been broken. He hated me, he tried to destroy me many times. Personally, mentally, objectively. I took his girl right before his eyes. It didn't last long but it didn't matter because it was to protect her. It was to make her stronger.. She would no longer believe any of his lies. The rain washes all these thoughts away. I was just looking into another photograph in a my album. The memories have each their own little sound. As a bird chips in a melody. So do these great harmony. He could no longer hide behind his ego. He was exposed. That was the first of many stabs and jabs I took at him. Mortal enemies. By his character. The code he live by. They say judge not, unless you want to be judged. But the things he did I couldn't just look the other way. I should have left someone else be the hero of the day. Then maybe she would be with me. But for the greater good was my destiny. The rain washes all these thoughts away. I was just looking into another photograph in a my album. The memories have each their own little sound. As a bird chips in a melody. So do these great harmony. I already knew it before I intervened. Even now I don't think I would have changed a thing. For there was happiness in which I brought. Their was never another a broken smile from her. Not like that one. Always laughing, always looking to be entertained. Seeking the next best thing. Loneliness would never settle well. And this was her down fall. Not by him but other men. Quick to jump on the band wagon. She was damaged, by a blonde hair, blue eyed demon. So pretty on the outside. Some say he looked liked johnny depp. I don't see the resemblance. But just maybe.

The rain washes all these thoughts away. I was just looking into another photograph in a my album. The memories have each their own little sound. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 547 As a bird chips in a melody. So do these great harmony. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 548 The Midnight Doves

Perfect for someone, isn't possible. It's like another one of those impossible dreams. When you realize how much friction is needed to make a relationship work. When you realize that you need be different, and possibly total opposites for a relationship to last. Lust comes so fast. Heartbreak hurts so bad. Broken lovers, are the midnight doves. Who had to much in common, one left cause he got so bored. With wings so he took flight He soared He found another. All they time they got into their fights All the time they made love to make things right. With their differences is what made them strong as one. Whole and complete. These were the doves who were never meant be, but still some how they are just because of who they are. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 549 The Nazi's Empire

People line up Hands out For just one life A rope to climb the cliff that so many fell of and died We built our bombs We shot our guns But still we sleep so sound So many destroyed How can we ignore the truth Its our fault A human meant to kill A human meant to steal What someday will be real? Suck it all in Devour everything Then let it go the brain Another high Another thrill without a chemical or pill A great life Bodies everywhere But don't despair You live in luxury We will clean this up for you What is wrong with you A serial killer in disguise A politician making another transition Nobody blinks an eye Our ask why you are even here Do you live off our fear? Do we pay you for our protection? do we pay you for the decisions you make and the lives they take Crush our enemy A demon on a white horse Get our headings We will ride the due course A Nazi hidden behind the suit Words so mesmerizing They're our dreams And you can't take them from me For I'll never stop till the evil empire falls No matter what it takes To the sky full of heavens To the pits of hell Oh how the earth shakes But still i will not waver Not till I've become the savior That no one remembers Like the last mild december

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 550 The Neighbors Dog For Your Entertainment

When you watch from the window seal with the utmost entertainment Your neighbors dog picks up one of your neighbors tools, goes and digs a huge pit, and then buries it. And then your neighbor comes knocking on your door accusing of stealing his tool. Do you tell him Or keep it to yourself, and say you don't know what hes talking about snickering on the inside? Laughing so hard it make you want to cry. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 551 The New World

The gift and the curse With this I'm spreading all my messages to the world. One then the next Another new pretext. A systematic absorption through what I read. Ideas all my own A conversation with whole world at the same time. Intriguing this must be to great minds Imagine Edgar Allan Poe was living today What would he write about? Who would he talk too? Would it be you? Would it me? Are you starting to see? The great minds of the time stand before you. People all over the world sharing in intellect. Conversation with people twenty messages long. This is the new world of the great poets, writers, and authors all rolled into one. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 552 The Nexus Said

The nexus tells us Wills us Breaks us Apart from you The stars have swollen The trees whisper You have failed Such ambitions Such premonitions Since we were children You have been all I ever known We got into our fights Over whats not right The nexus tells us Wills us Breaks us Apart from you The stars have swollen The trees whisper You have failed Such ambitions Such premonitions You have brought this upon me Its your own catastrophe Its your mess You fix it Or maybe not But either way You lost What the nexus said will be Call it karma Call it destiny It doesn't change a tragedy No will Its over Its beyond the hopeless endeavor Its not even close to being clever Its a shelter being bulldozed down Its part of the lost and found So what will be Will be I don't need you You don't need me. Its just as the nexus said John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 553 The Nightmares Won't Stop

The nightmares won't stop The thought process won't drop You lie on the floor shaking What is this you see? Is it a dream or a reality A question to explain away evil If it is plausible not to exist Then maybe its fake Your not drowning in a black lake Your not being bitten poisonous snake Your not really awake It is all in your head An over active imagination A mental complication What a realization Then comes another sensation The nightmares won't stop The thought process won't drop You lie on the floor shaking What is this you see? Is it a dream or a reality A question to explain away evil If it is plausible not to exist It also could be You pinch your skin to see if this is Your trying to open your eyes if only to see Their must be something you missed Explaining away the possibility of your demise

The nightmares won't stop The thought process won't drop You lie on the floor shaking What is this you see? Is it a dream or a reality A question to explain away evil If it is plausible not to exist Then when that coffin you lie in with spikes comes closed You'll wake up alive with all your cloths But look at all holes Their mere shreds How is that possible? A mental transference of the material Then the question comes did you wake into another dream This is a sickness and a disease If only solving it could be a breeze The nightmares won't stop www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 554 The thought process won't drop You lie on the floor shaking What is this you see? Is it a dream or a reality A question to explain away evil If it is plausible not to exist John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 555 The Normal Person

'They taste funny, says the child who doesn't want to take his daily pills. Am I not functional without them? ' 'Yes says his father, who is slightly irritated by his son question. You will take them. For they will make you a 'Normal' person.' 'Dad, the boy sequels with utmost curiosity! What is 'Normal'? Well son, 'Only where people exhibit similarities can normal exist.', in admired manner he says. 'How boring', the child slurs with his tongue sticking out of his mouth. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 556 The Only Black Sheep

The black sheep sits among us. His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided. His ghost knows he's already here. It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.' Anger, begets this fear monger. Control, and dominance. Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant. A rule with a iron fist. The money's is his. Multiple women with polygamous desires. A united military is his wanted transgression. Put down all, who threat this rule. Destroy, Hurt, Rob, Enslave, Hate. Humiliate, Devastate Those under the empires flag. Burn It. It's evil. It means nothing no more. Who are we but mere pawns? And a new dawn is coming. It will sit to waste human life at the face of greed and gluttony. Those who want to buy something and don't need. And the people who want make money off everything. Including the air you breath. Yeah paying for the air you breath. Those rich companies get taxes off green house gases. Who created them and got us hooked in the first place. Which doesn't make any sense. Why can't we just do something good for doing it? Why does their have to be that catch? The black sheep sits among us. His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided. His ghost knows he's already here. It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.' Anger, begets this fear monger. Control, and dominance. Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant. A rule with a iron fist. The money's is his. Multiple women with polygamous desires. A united military is his wanted transgression. Put down all, who threat this rule. Destroy, Hurt, Rob, www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 557 Enslave, Hate. Humiliate, Devastate Those under the empires flag. Burn It. It's evil. A creation of our own making. Disillusion everywhere. Chaos perceived. How can we stop what we can not see? Systematic eliminations. He divides us into different groups. Classes these are called. He destroys them from the top down. Only one sits on the throne. Never more is it a free world. Could you imagine unending suffering everywhere? Could you imagine a place completely ruled by one? God shall not be of men, but the devil rides a black horse. The black sheep sits among us. His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided. His ghost knows he's already here. It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.' Anger, begets this fear monger. Control, and dominance. Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant. A rule with a iron fist. The money's is his. Multiple women with polygamous desires. A united military is his wanted transgression. Put down all, who threat this rule. Destroy, Hurt, Rob, Enslave, Hate. Humiliate, Devastate Those under the empires flag. Burn It. It's evil. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 558 The Only Black Sheep (Ancient Times)

The black sheep sits among us. His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided. His ghost knows he's already here. It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.' Anger, begets this fear monger. Control, and dominance. Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant. A rule with a iron fist. The money's is his. Multiple women with polygamous desires. A united military is his wanted transgression. Put down all, who threat this rule. Destroy, Hurt, Rob, Enslave, Hate. Humiliate, Devastate Those under the empires flag. Burn It. It's evil. It means nothing no more. Who are we but mere pawns? And a new dawn is coming. It will sit to waste human life at the face of greed and gluttony. Those who want to buy something and don't need. And the people who want make money off everything. Including the your cattle and sheep. Taxation without representation. Those rich horde and sell too those who don't need. Only one shall stand above all others. Which doesn't make any sense. We can't live without paying a price. Cause life is precious. It's not just given without consequences. The black sheep sits among us. His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided. His ghost knows he's already here. It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.' Anger, begets this fear monger. Control, and dominance. Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant. A rule with a iron fist. The money's is his. Multiple women with polygamous desires. A united military is his wanted transgression. Put down all, who threat this rule. Destroy, Hurt, www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 559 Rob, Enslave, Hate. Humiliate, Devastate Those under the empires flag. Burn It. It's evil. A creation of our own making. Disillusion everywhere. Chaos perceived. Horses mounted and ready for battle. How can we stop what we can not see? A strap on the saddle. Systematic eliminations. He divides us into different groups. Classes these are called. He destroys them from the top down. Only one sits on the throne. Never more is it a free world. Could you imagine unending suffering everywhere? Could you imagine a place completely ruled by one? God shall not be of men, but the devil rides a black horse. The black sheep sits among us. His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided. His ghost knows he's already here. It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.' Anger, begets this fear monger. Control, and dominance. Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant. A rule with a iron fist. The money's is his. Multiple women with polygamous desires. A united military is his wanted transgression. Put down all, who threat this rule. Destroy, Hurt, Rob, Enslave, Hate. Humiliate, Devastate Those under the empires flag. Burn It. It's evil. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 560 The Only One

In my kingdom I set the way. Listen me and what I say. I'm asking Almost pleading. I have a hemorrhage and i must stop the bleeding. You will lose em if you if ever let go. You are the one for me and I'll do about anything to please But still you do not get me. Questioning my reasoning. Can't someone do something for nothing. Isn't their someone out there who actually cares. Is it all venom in which we must all be careful. Caution is a second emotion. In it their can be no devotion. Please lets just go with it. And maybe I can be the one. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 561 The Perfect Pleasure

Hell has no such fury such as a woman's scorn. Twisted and torn. A benevolent pretzel. I feel the morning lights. Too bright. A headache. Ill take some Advil to go. Cause I got to keep up with the show. We will walk toe to toe. We'll party till the body slows. We will walk till it snows. We will, we will, we will. Oh such a thrill. I'm going to reach the northern lights before I come into old age. The stars are really not that far. I feel so young. I feel, I feel so undereducated. Silently emasculated. Yet I have the smarts to go on. Never stop, never stop. Even if it hurts. Even I can see the curtains. Life has no limits. No rules, no bounds. Its just one leap to the next. Sometimes something just misses you. Close call, that's all. God this world is such a pretty ball. But still its bleeds. Tossed about. Screams and shouts. Sometimes somethings just don't count. Not now, not ever. Its the perfect pleasure.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 562 The Place Where I Must Start

Looking for a fight. I'm a rabid dog. I just need to bite someone's head off. Shattered our my thoughts. In pieces oh how do I put them back together again. Who are your friends? Who are your enemies? Their all dressed the same. I don't have a clue. I just feel so defenceless. Where is my suit of armour? Who will protect me from myself? Who will break this spell? Oh it feels like I'm in hell. I'm looking down a well. I wonder how far it goes. But as everyone already knows. All you have to do is climb on down. But I'm afraid I might just drown. A fear I must overcome. I will not let it rule my heart. And I guess it's the place where I must start. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 563 The Police of The World

All wars of the U.S. are a police actions of some sort. Lets face it we are the police of the world. We always claim its for peace. We always justify it with human atrocities. Even genocide does not give us the right We are not the negotiators. But the enforcers of ideas as our own. We claim it for the better. But who has actually been reading this letter. Defined by what in between the black lines. What is the hidden agenda is it this time. Is it oil? Is it a base, of a prime location. Are they the makers of our salvation. Let me make proclamation. If it doesn't involve us why are we their. As a saying I heard once. Why invade those who will eventually destroy themselves. And that what we are doing destroying ourselves. With billions of dollars spent in wars that we can't end, or we should be in. But that's more important then kids education. But that's more important then putting food on the table. But that's more important then bringing ourselves out of a depression. But that's more important then providing decent health care. The one budget that will not be cut, is the one that should. By the greed of man, we have become of the damned. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 564 The Power Of Being Patient

On the energy flowing through these veins, with ink and a quill I have a soul to steal, writing for the cause, writing just because I can. Many wounds it can mend. Seal away the evil locked inside. Disperse all your pride. Bring you face to face with your sacrifice. The insanity of it, all for a cause that now seems so wasted. But still it lies right in front of me. Giving the finger as it passes by. Makes me feel like a fool. The way whims, follow or lead. Fail or succeed. Give to take. Make or break. A symphony of words flow through the mind. Yes it stings, but look what it brings. So much strength in a mistake. Hard is ground in which at one time quaked of.solid rock, and no longer falling for simplicity of that which i see. Just cause its there doesn't mean you should chase. Its not a race. Its a long walk in which you should take it in all. Patients wins the game. A virtue hard to overcome. But your smarter because of it. You become the wanted instead of wanting, the needed instead of trying to please. You have it or you don't, and for now its there. Hopefully it stays, for it makes these more brighter days. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 565 The Puppeteer

Oh master puppeteer What is it this time. What's on the agenda today. Into the fray. With no delay Pulling strings that cause so much dismay. It is still the cost is on our shoulders. Leader of nothing. With words of speeches that have no meaning. They fell for it hook line and sinker. Now it is time to pull off the shroud. Show them the monster I really am. Satan aint got sh! * on him. Oh master puppeteer What is it this time. What's on the agenda today. Into the fray. With no delay Pulling strings that cause so much dismay. They say we love him. But it was his false claims and ideas. Given up as soon as he got in. A solution to a problem we created. How come now we feel so jaded. We were once again manipulated. Oh master puppeteer What is it this time. What's on the agenda today. Into the fray. With no delay Pulling strings that cause so much dismay. Promise broken, dreams stolen. All by this man who rides in on a white horse. He looks promising lets keep him for another term. Oh where do we sign. He says there on the dotted lines. He claims he's the ender of all suffering. And I say I haven't seen this yet. I feel so abandon by this master. Oh master puppeteer What is it this time. What's on the agenda today. Into the fray. With no delay Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 566 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 567 The Question Of The New

A new story, a new hero, a new case and study. Another course another action. Painting fate with words that can so easily taint. Praying and forever hoping for the greatness of the success of love. Sometimes it strikes when your at strongest only to tear you down. Sometimes it strikes you when your at your weakest to build you back up. strange is the path it takes. No set way, every time is different. And every time you expose yourself in someway. Open is the mind and heart, blinded by a fool whim. In these waters so deep can you swim? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 568 The Ravens

They say they were born of dirty blood and death. For every one of them who was born under this claim A mother has died. Healthy they were The bodies must be cleaned. They were covered from head to toe in a thick layer nothing but blood. It was said this is how they were blessed and cursed. A gift bared in despair.

(Poem in a Story I'm Writting) John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 569 The Real Me

The real me, I'm living my life the best I can. Sometimes I'm happy Sometimes I'm the smart ass Sometimes I'm overwhelmed Sometimes I'm angry Sometimes I'm Upset Sometimes I'm flustered Sometimes, is as i am. No reason to worry about my past No reason to worry about my future It is the here and now. And when I'm down and out I write To bear the light in my soul so bright I got to keep it strong When I get burnt I need ice And this is my device It heals Its my window into a world that as i will it i make it In my fantasy, is the love i need Its healing powers are beyond the greatest divinity. It is my angel whisper in the night. It is the stars held above my head so high It is to keep me alive John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 570 The Real One

Playing the part. Fitting the role. Being one of death. Being one of happiness. Being of forgiveness. Many voices are heard. Multiple personalities. Which one is the real one. They all are. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 571 The Reality In Fiction

Why is fiction so much better the real. A story book wedding. A perfect house. A perfect family. All lies. Yet we want it more then life itself. We drown our self in it. From the movies to the stereo. Absolute bullsh*t. Deny it all you want. But the truth is we need learn to forgive those we hate. Apologize when we make a mistake and if we can make right. Keep at it do the best we can. Learn to have a plan. Don't, hesitate. Never procrastinate. If we catch a break, see it as just that and make the most of it. Instead of toasting to it. Be thankful, but don't spend to much time on it. For it won't necessarily always be there. And if you do this you wont have as many regrets. Ambition is my sword. I swing into everything i can. One day ill conquer this land. Till then I'm the one who constantly has objectives. Empower your self with knowledge. Constantly read. Understanding destroys the ignorance. Also take risks. But know all the exits. For you never know when you'll suddenly need to go. Back your *ss up always. Prepare for the unexpected. What if you were rejected. Better yet what if your accepted. We are all on our way out. Dress accordingly. If you want to be pretty when you die then do so. If you dont care, dont care then. Its not a game in which only one can win. We all will win. We all will loose. So it really doesnt matter what you choose. It begins so it can end. A happening. A action versed to a reaction. All the facts are simple. The puzzle pieces fit, imagine it. All has become one. One has become all. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 572 So there is no time to stall. For every second you waste goes to death embrace. So just keep at it. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 573 The Rise And The Fall

A politician named rick Grew up as child believing all the corruption was wrong This was his song He sung it everyday Slowly rising, higher, and higher But with with fortune and fame he changed Make deals for those who appealed For money was now his faith It is all he praised Then he fell, and was exposed As if he was not wearing any cloths He tired with all his might to get back in But the people would not let him They say they will never forget What he did was wrong I'm sorry but sometimes you just don't belong And that their song Now rick live the average life forever remembering What could of been Regret is for those who do not have a name yet With each decision we face Is another mistake that could be erased John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 574 The Road of Hate Traveled

How do you be nice to someone you hate? How do you speak lies as if they were truth? Sincerity with the light touch. So dysfunctional are my thoughts. Kill my enemy with kindness. But how? Do I make them feel proud? Feed an ego that makes me want to vomit. Strokes oh so shallow. As am I in this intent. The road of hate traveled. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 575 The Room Gets Smaller

The room keeps getting smaller. What did I do this time? Logic is dead and gone. And time continues to move on. The room keeps getting smaller. No its not fine. I hurt someone very close and I was forewarned. Its was a mistake that created heart break. And the room get smaller. Yes I'm out of my mined. My failures are so large that I have fallen so far under par. A forty foot latter isn't high enough. God how this is going to get rough. And the room gets smaller smaller and smaller till it totters to the brink of collapse and I see the death of others coming. Its a domino effect that I created because I was too desperate. I paid the ultimate price of an unwanted sacrifice. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 576 The Scam Continued

My bank account ha ha, I think not My identification photo Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to. Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend. And see what happens For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist. For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 577 The Ship Hits An Iceberg

I, m writing the loneliness away. The hurt the pain. My body feels so drained. Please remember my name. I was never looking for the fame. I just want to taste the rain. I feel so plain. A simple man with no plan but a dream that'll never be redeemed. Or so it seems. The unknown is so willing to take you, break you, make you. Who are you gonna be, tomorrow. Day after day, in a bad way. But it will be okay. The mood never sways. What is real? Going in for the kill. Is it the last? Can we control the past. Does it got a hold of you? So controlling. Never ending. I was just pretending. I can't lend any more hands. I'm not in that kind of position, to help the totally fucked. So i just duck, keeping my down till the forgotten ship runs aground. Listen as the fist pounds. Such a beautiful sound. No more playing around, no more, no more. Please just close that rotted door. Lock it, eat the key. And stay away from me, from me, from me. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 578 The Social Out Cast

All are against me and say I can't do it To change habits so hard A social disease not up to par. You just not smart enough. You too poor, and dumb to learn anything. You disgusting, ugly, and make me want to vomit. Over and over again words are said to humiliate and defame It makes you want to change your name. Disappear to a new world. A world where, I can defend myself with greatness Where I can treat others with kindness And it never be considered weak Or your motives questioned. Oh hes sucking up so you won't say what everybody else said Like that is bread everybody should be fed Who are you judge what you don't understand A man so disorganize and distraught Hes caught Destine to fail I say NO HE'S NOT! ! With a knife hes cut himself free With anger he writes and practices Methodically he tells all his stories Most far from great. But this is how he starts to relate. Explaining everything as he see it Becoming part of it as he reads. Only on a paper can you be who ever you want to be. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 579 The Spinning Cat

With a string and a toy tied to a ceiling fan The cat's start chasing A mouse spinning and spinning If ever caught it might end in with an animal in distraught Torture of mind To just pass by some time John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 580 The Suggestion of Propaganda

When someones jealous and upset because you can do something they can't, What is the first thing they do. Attack your character. Try to defame by suggestion. Suggestion is as propaganda is in war. It is to take the hearts and mines of the people And turn them against you. Anyway to stop you from being able to see what it is your trying to do. If your destroyed in public eye whether its your friends or the world. Attempts a stopping from completion. Listen to me the watchers of the doers. I will not stop or be impeded of progress by the means or likes of you. Say what you will, or better yet do your own. Instead of this judgmental thrill. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 581 The Sun Will Come Out Again.

Another blazing summer comes to an end. As a kid it is time for school again. As a adult it is surviving the winter bitterness. The bills will be piling up soon enough. Got to keep on it. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Making a lot of phone calls. One job just doesn't seem to get me by. Flying by the seat of my pants. They say all you got to do is ask for a little help. And they will come. I haven't seen this yet. If it was a bet I would have made millions. Self dependence on overly indulgent society. The basis of greed. The white widow. Who will she get this time. Who has she made sing the poor man blues. With holes in my boots I go to work. Just trying to make ends meat. Take a seat their millions of you. You number will be called just wait in this line. Hours go by before you get denied the help you so desperately need. Sorry but you just make too much. We'd rather pocket that money. In good time everything will be fine. Oh angel give me wings. Let me fly high and live life as if I wasn't already dead. Already dead, already dead, already dead. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sometimes you just got to make the best of what you have. Even when the outlook looks so grim. The sun will come out again.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 582 The Tears Haven't Started Falling Yet

To remember and never forget in the good times we met. Hurried with a quickness and abruptness. A death with suddenness. Remember what we loved and what we hate about ourselves. What we did we say with regret. As the tears haven't started falling yet. But overcoming it with a single thought of the better place you went. As hoping our repentance can bring us there. With a promise we swear. Knowing not who is listening. But not even caring. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 583 The Tradition

Tradition is not a path I know. Set before me is a greatness my family knows nothing of. For none of us has made much more then 30,000 a year. Educational wise college hasn't been a strong suit. But these days I feel its needed especially if one has to rely on themselves. I've seen what happens if you have it too easy. My one sister went down that dark road. I've also seen what one with the smarts to make it all the way but is pushed to hard and treated to harshly. Me and my other sister traveled down this road. But for me I will persevere and do things no one thinks I'm capable of. I have not failed. I have been just delayed. Hopefully soon things will be set in motion that will take me down a road I will travel alone. I have high hopes and goals, that will take years to complete. But its has been a long and fair wait. And now i can put my talents, skills, to a use I've been so longing to do. And I pause for their is so many that I've left behind in the past year. Some because of the way they treated me. Other because of how they treated others. Yet more I met under the wrong circumstances which caused and creative differences. I did not mean for it to happen that way but yet it did. I dont regret any of it. I will always remember the good times. In the end i tend to not value friends for they come and go. But family will always be thier. It is very hard lesson to learn sometimes. But in the end it holds true almost always. With certain exceptions. This is my path of tradition John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 584 The Truth Fades In The Everglades

The truth fades in the everglades. Jewels turn to stone. Battered and broken. Twisted from the inside. Free ride. Written on a piece of cardboard, hung in the window of whats now an empty house. Bringing back the memories as the truth fades in the everglades. Moss floating in the sky. An everlasting sunrise. It never ceases to amaze. Wish you could see it with me one more time. But now the truth fades in the everglades. Swallowed by miles hot humid nothingness that is so enchanting, memorizing, and hypnotizing. Its something once you've been here you could never forget. Its hard to digest but the truth fades in the everglades. A trick of the mind. A complete loss of all time. You were all that mattered. And now i pray where the truth fades in the everglades. In the beauty of the beast. Horrid thoughts run through my mind. I have feeling i will see you soon in the one place. the truth fades in the everglades. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 585 The Undereducated

Just remember I don't come from the best For what I write is but pure desire and dedication An obsession in which I will learn my lesson Being poor doesn't deny me the right Today or tomorrow night I draw you in because I write what I would want to read Not just anything will satisfy For I am picky only of those of true intellect Attract my utmost intention Think of me one who likes to read new inventions Always original, and always a draw I read and re read to perfect indeed But I'm of the undereducated so I'm still flawed Ten years of constant writing and no schooling has made me the next undereducated bread winner A defender to those who criticize, by stereo type But I care not For I am what I am. You want to judge, judge by the mistakes, in my grammar I make. Teach me to appreciate the English language Be my gauge, tell me what I can do better. For I read all comments and letters. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 586 The Un-intentional Shooting

I'm gonna tell you heart breaking story Not because I want to. Its a must. Theirs was a kid named Robert of the age of five. He lived just down the street. He father and mom were getting drunk. The usually for them. Every night and day that is how it begins. Well he had friends over that day. There was something special he wanted show them. He we upstairs to grab the something. He came down stairs with the smile of smiles. He said 'close you eyes for this is a great surprise'. Then with flashes and bangs went one, two, three. Three children were gone. His mom walked in screaming, 'my god son what have you done'. The boy said with tears in his eyes, 'I was just trying to have a little fun.' His mom screamed 'somebody dial 911'. Next sounds were the sirens and flashing lights. The paramedics and cops were running. They were too late all three children were declared dead on sight. The boy, his mom, and dad were taken away from the home. Split apart for the rest of their lives. All because of one simple mistake. They didn't lock up their guns. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 587 The Unspoken Muse

With fear, comes desire. In those words you do not speak holds your power. As the muse will push you to bounds unknown. Only in dark times are we truly alone. So their is light. Even if we are not noticed. Words will be still spoken. Embolden by the thoughts of her. Glistening upon all the emptiness. A winters bitterness. A survival of a long trial. Endured and shared with the world. Written in stages. To be read by those through the ages. The magic in these sages. Hidden behind a perspective, a view. It is part of you and everything you do. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 588 The Victim

To be a victim one must par take whether they realize it or not. Something they do or say make's them the ultimate prey. I will, If I may If I might Guess I'm not being very forthright. Better luck next time. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 589 The Walk Of Sorrow

Oh how cold it has got tonight. Even as fire lights the sky. A canvas of destruction. An abolished future, A little boy walks the streets searching for food for his sister. He steps in the wrong place and boom he's gone. I have been covered in his entrails and I never wanted to be. His sister will die. And their not really anything I can do because I don't know where she is. God if you hear me. I'm sorry I didn't search fast enough. I'm sorry I couldn't hear her cries. I'm sorry I couldn't catch her tear dropp as she made her last unanswered plea. Born in sin. Live in sin. Die in sin. Where it begins it will also come to an end. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 590 The War Is On

The war is on, the battle is already won. With the words you speak cut right into me. Such a wicked little dagger. Now i shall draw with some blood. Paint a portrait, that describes the truth. Wrap it around your neck like knoose. Choking you from the insides. Building you up to tear your down. Drowning in mixed emotions. A bruised ego. Your too easy. There you go again making more assumptions with a flare. Can anyone taste the rumor in the air. Its only what you know. Not which way the wind blows. The affliction of your fiction does not leave a scar. It doesn't even come close to matching up to par. The secrets you keep will be released like a disease. Exposed, hey now where are your clothes? No more being shielded from it all. You shall stumble, trip and fall. Just one phone call. Everything stolen from right under your feet. Please don't make me. I would rather leave things be. I don't want to put anyone in agony. I take no pleasure in this. Just leave me alone or the war is on. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 591 The Watcher

Like a watcher I must listen and see. But never intervene. Death of the soul has come over me. A conscience with a little less stress. Secrets galore, one time, one place, a person is erased. Like venom it eats at you inside. To know and do nothing. So powerless. I've become the watcher. A star collector, A master of all and none. What is wrong cant be undone. With an erie sound and light. Guidance should be forthright. But still I hear the whispers of many clouded minds. Dark are the times. I've become the watcher. Distant but so close that i can feel the auras of those who walk the path a little too fast. An error in judgement call. To proud to take a chance instead of the fall. I've become the watcher and yet still I musn't make a move. For my turns coming. But till then I must be patient and use the indirect power suggestion. For any act of aggression would just lead them astray. And that will never be okay. So I will be on the front line with my eyes and ears as a watcher. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 592 The Wave Moves

And the wave moves I must look for for something new A change of pace Slowly easing into it as I always knew I would How I'm so different The spark is still well lit But it definitely isn't as it once was Not a falling Neither a calling The null effect has entered my door step Should it be wept Well the tears aren't flowing yet But I see them coming As if it was of some prediction With since of conviction I must because I must John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 593 The Woman and A Web Cam(Name Revision)

The women said but I only need your help With money in hand Please with support me but not ever know me I say to you the writer on the other end How can you blame the victim With plans wicked and full of deceit Robbing the poor only if to get off your feet The body with a video is your tool Through the internet you sell it A cam so tiny with lies you speak I need help you ask As if you were the first come past You say I'm moving to your town Where maybe my soul can be found I need friends, a job, and your credit card number Only in a complete slumber Could I miss something so amiss With my blissful ear I listen If I could help you my dear But it's beyond all redemption Every word spoke is a horrid thought I must control Sorry but I will not fall down that rabbit hole John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 594 The Words Have Been Changed.

Did they claim it is not perfect? Did they change some of the words? How could they destroy such artwork. Picture perfect, hanging on your wall. You still remember it all. It would effect me the same way is all I can surmise. Its like a signature. Shrunken it has become a miniature. Where is the literature? Buried under some delet key. most likely. I'm so sorry with the greatest sympathy. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 595 The World isn't Limited In My Escapes

Being of a problem solver Their is things I just love. Like a challenge of the impossible. A million variables effects it. Beyond words can it be explained. Sometimes it drives me the point of nearly going insane. Fixing a computer that would otherwise be trashed and considered unfix-able by the pro's. Fixing a dvd player that disc won't spin because it does not sit level. Creating a stereo out of an old computer speakers, a walk man, a subwoofer, and a weather band radio. Creating a program that produces html templates. Creating a program that produces css designs. Learning as many computer languages as possible. The list is very long from the calculus equations of circuit boards design. To the binary code read and converted to hex. Then assembly grabs a hold and the operating system comes to be. Knowledge to the infinity in bounds and limits. The internet is created as a library of fact and fiction. Learning to write stories as my own. In both line and paragraph form. Being color blind and learning to put the puzzle pieces together by shape. In chess continuing the game after checkmate. The world is not limited in my escapes. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 596 Their Back

A construction company is yet again in my yard. Ripping and tearing. This time it is the state that agitates. No notice, no guarantees, no nothing. Who are we, but a mere number. Coming to fix something, only to leave it worse. With nasty words I curse. Spit out the words lawyer and sue. But still It doesn't do anything to get through. Deaf ears They don't care. Its not their money being wasted. A tax dollar lost, a tax dollar gained All the same. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 597 There On The Prey Ond Prowl

Now why would I do that Do I look like that perverted fool you think I am. Maybe its my heart of gold that attracts you like bee's to a flower. I think this conversation has already gone sour. Be careful for in which your soul I might just devour. Tell your friends to look out for, look out for the lunatic I'm telling you he's one of the mad men I can already hear you say. And that's perfect, just so perfectly okay So have a good day. Better luck with your next prey. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 598 This Idea Will Not Be Negotiated

I got an idea. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. 'Why not? '' Cause I want money. 'Really? '' Yeah I'm a greedy bastard. 'How much is greedy? '' How's does 80 percent sound? 'No, sorry not happening.'' 'You're just not good enough.'' This idea will not be negotiated. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 599 This is A Place Where In My Argument I Lose

A writers anger without the vulgarities of the modern time. How it is so hard not to say curse words where they would fit so well. To understand as only a poet would with a passion would. Denied the American vocabulary I know so well I seek out means and words To bring you down to my hell. To express the hatred, and meanness that takes over with thunder It has been taught to me by a society who finds it only offensive in public writings like poems. In a books one is aloud, to say what ever they want. I have read entire sex scene's in book and one word of such a nature is wrong in a poem. Defined by those who believe all poems are met for kids. Look at some the best lyrics describing anger, the rawness of them it the ability to use vulgarity and speak your mind as you so choose But again in the poet world this is a place where in my argument I lose. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 600 This Night Is Done

Recording all the memories. Writing another one down in the diary of jane. A complementation of the mentally insane. Riding the rails of this train. Such a long train. It goes on an on. Someday, someway, I will look back and say wow that was me. I was definitely kinda crazy. I was a shaker and a heart breaker. Getting down at a quarter after 9. The party would continue all night long. I would drink till the moon was gone. Watching another rising dawn. Settling down when the lights come on. Sometime you need to give the body mind and soul a break. Their is never enough time. Can anyone else relate An observation with two steps back. So slow to react. All the sensations have become numb. The painless fun. This night is done. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 601 Those Who Will Continue On

Tossed out on the street like filthy hogs. Jumping from shelter to shelter. Another lost mother. Another lost father. Another lost child. What is it that they now call home? How do you get a hold of them.? Bouncing from place to place. Such a disgrace. Humiliation with not an ounce of pride, Humble and brave. But still they try to survive. Rather then committing suicide. A forever a question of why. But they know it doesn't matter for the facts lie in front of them. They can't wait for change. They have to make it. They have to create it. In a world so dark their are those who will continue on. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 602 Time To Choose

Your eyes pierce right through me. You know I want something more. This is why your leading me on. I feel like a mere pawn. All I want is to be so close to you. But I know somethings wrong. I can tell with the anger with your voice. This was all by choice. Nice guys finish last. Lust comes on so fast. I tell it no, still it will not to go. To know, to show. Even its not with me. Don't you see hes a cheat. His life will never be complete. I help you anyway I can. As a friend. I can do only so much. Then you'll get me to the point. Where I'm completely done. Don't push your luck. I can give you something more. Whens the last time you truly loved him? Whens the last time he asked for forgiveness? If you can go back and find a date time. Then never mined. I'll let it go. Put it out of your mind. This is fine. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 603 To Be Honest is To Slowly Kill Yourself

Slitting my throat Listen to me as I choke Being the fool again Stop pretending Why do you lust the one thing you can't have? Why do I do the right things? Honesty kills me I lie on the inside But on the outside, I'm always true Slitting my throat Listen to me as I choke No holding back no more The words will hit the floor Please indulge in my sobriety Pass it around Let us stop being angry and violent men Defend what we hold dear Sacrifice everything for it Slitting my throat Listen to me choke I'm damned as damned can be The evil is all around me It engulfs me Forever in darkness Under a moonlit sky So again I ask why? Time to step back an pray Slitting my throat Listen to me as I choke This is something I didn't need It was from falling and hitting to many branches down an old oak tree This is where it ends for me Sorry its history and forever it will be

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 604 To Blame

If you are to blame for the sake of blaming Approach it cautiously. For you could destroy yourself Not everybody else If you leave it anonymous Meanings could be twisted You could be mislead Here eat up, for everyone needs fed If you are to blame for the sake of blaming Approach it cautiously For you will be owned and bought by a label Considered a teller of fables If you leave it anonymously Meaning could be twisted Fortunes be read Then the topic becomes dead John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 605 To Expose

To expose Lets take the watering hose Washed cleaned Shinny smooth A babies bottom When it is reviled It has been sealed With the wheel still spinning Its like reliving the unforgiving Like satan's heart You just can't know What is it made of? Is it poison? Is it the dust from all the rust? With rain let it wash over us To expose Lets take the watering hose Washed cleaned Shinny smooth A babies bottom When it is reviled It has been sealed With the wheel still spinning Its like reliving the unforgiving Like satan's heart You just can't know What is it made of? Is it poison? Is it the dust from all the rust? With rain let it wash over us. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 606 To Heaven Or Hell?

I keep hearing out of greed. We were born out of it. Like a sin it paints us all as targets. I want your money, blood, sweat and tears. It is hard work that we all fear. Like a sickness, we must do it. To put food on the table, pay the rent, garbage, water, you name it. With a signature bared. Not of what we are, or how we do it. It is just needed to verify a number. But of course we remember. We know what it took. Sometimes it makes you feel like a jealous crook. It's all mine, I will not share. But where are you taking it, to heaven or hell? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 607 To The Rise, As I Disappear.

It all fades, becomes a blur. So hard to remember. So tainted with the poison of the past. Hate me at last. A wish comes true. Here's the pieces i was holding of you. The silence of this night. I will never forget. You are not a threat. A wasted regret. I was hoping to make myself whole. And i was pushed into a deep depression. But you gave me a transgression. A saving grace. Another ace up my sleeve. If its even possible to believe. Now I make my mark and then i shall leave. Then disappear. Cause it hurts to have so many friends turned foe, near. Dear john letters, with no heart. So cold oh so cold. Your are ice. Because of our differences. You are weak. I'm strong. You need some to hold on too. I would say grab me and never let go If it would heal you. But i know it won't. Guilty by association. My crimes are his and i just cant relive it. Forgive but never allow myself to be forgiven. Destiny has fallen. She has made her choice and now i must rejoice. Put on a suit and tie. For i must dress the a tire. A career in the shadows. Become one of the educated. Never settle for second best. Invest the money into to even high education, and throw to charity. For i only need to live, not waste. Greed has never been a goal of mine. A touch of fame maybe, but in an intellectual way. A invention i can call my own. The roots have been sewn. Deep in the precious earth, i found a place in which i can be okay. Cleansed of that which makes men evil. I must be naive, for i believe i must work for every thing i get. And that's where i will end it.

John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 608 To the Vet's Office

With people that don't even know. My dear dog you have warm their hearts and minds. With a sympathy card is sent at the loss of you. You were the best I ever known. You saved a boy's life. And you saved mine. I will never forget you. No animal could ever replace. A one of a kind. Thank you all for the best wishes and hope you have sent. I will stay strong against all odds. As my dog only survived while I was by it's side. Once left alone she went peacefully. With regret I still wouldn't done anything different. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 609 tonight is the night

writing the burning away finally I feel I can say things are okay the darkness is gone once more high on pedestal are the gods looking down upon us with envy for we can feel whats isn't internally real so fragile eyes so much love in disguise a soul wound up so tight tonight is the night listen to me a as i speak I'm writing the burning away I'm sorry for the delay i should have said so much so long ago it too late but still it must be said cause its all in my heart and its time it takes the lead its time to bury the greed and humility just pure honesty I loved you even as you went left I went right still things must be set right tonight is the night writing the burning away i wish i could stay but passion is igniting the desire I look to you and admire so strong is the temptation of going another constellation god how much aggravation can come from instincts so right tonight is the night tonight is the night ohhh the night baby the night were making things alright tonight is the night writing the burning away this is a risky game we play but in the end I'm not afraid I'm the knight so brave I better behave for i know things can wait slowly this road i shall take the closer i get to the moons gate the less I feel the hate the hole is gone at the break of this dawn a winter set so perfect falling to the lust i just might tonight is the night the night we make things alright John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 610 Torture Of Repetition

I'm not one to accept a gift. Your offer is just to good to be true. In terms written that I have yet to understand. The good lord has a list of names. In heaven as my stage. A marches final count down. Surrounded by the warmth of the flame. Let me follow the rocky path of a guided light. A decision has to be made. And I'm so afraid. What if it is not right. Hesitation is my abrasion. And it has skinned my knees raw. The crow encircles my frozen body speaking in his caws. He's waiting for me to make my move. The stench of death must hover in this stale air. I'm telling you that won't be me. No it won't be. Not by choice. I will never surrender. I can not be chain to a mountain so a vulture can continuous eat my liver bit by bit just so it can grow back again. I will not live in that sort of torture of repetition. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 611 Traveller

A golden future is not known. But only hoped for. As you make progression down an unfamiliar road. Make sure no stone is left unturned. For in travelling such distances sometimes things could be missed. Insignificant, or very important. The urgency varies, but still a traveller must be wary. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 612 Trust But Verify

Trust but verify Don't believe every word that falls of the sky Trust but verify For anyone can lie Trust but verify Even if your looking straight into their eyes Trust but verify John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 613 Truth In Small Doses

Always truth in small doses For you don't know how one might react. To know all the facts. They might see it as attack. Personally, honestly. The point has been made with a stone of jade. Their is no escape. Denial for the existence of your survival. It just cant be. No Never Not in my world. Abandon all realities, then you will see behind those closed doors. Open and come forth once more. Bias upon bias. A belief that causes me to ache. All for the sake of causing a little less pain. The mercy of the insane. Come on we all should ride this train. But the diagnose would not be so grim. Rip the flower out the ground from the stem. For an end is an end. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 614 Truths Varying

With truth varying Victims do par take The obese become of the depressed The ignorant becoming belligerent The greedy becoming of the cheap and hiding their secrets The vain becoming defensive and bullying till they here what they like The poor locking their doors hiding and ashamed to be part of this world The smart pretending to be dumb just fit in. No one wants to be not accepted Its hard to accept your different Its hard to accept you got a problem Acceptances are key to truths within the bounds of the futility in life. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 615 Turning Emotions into Fiction

Another story I tell Words are my weapons With what I write Pages worn, crumbled, and kind of worn It's another creature creeping out from the night It's the stars shooting across the twilight I build a foundation for life With feeling of anger, and rage Its a scary thriller With feelings of love and happiness Its a happily ever after With feelings of guilt and pity Its a accidental murder she wrote With the feeling, with so many feeling How do I describe? What I can't with my own tongue Lips are sealed Secret are buried Never to be revealed How can I be fully healed? When I have no one to deal with it Acceptance is only part of the bigger picture I just can't see it all yet But its their like a plaguing despair Hiding within the air I can taste it Bitter as it can be A sour apple is good for the mind But only if you eat it slowly away Pretend your okay But the soul is still destroyed Emotionally wrecked A reality check How come dreams taste so sweet? Face it Face the truth Demons captured on the inside The bottled up hate burns Its still trying to escape But all that falls Are my tears of feelings that will soon disappear John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 616 Two Choices

Eternity is but unknown as a number. Forever is but you in a slumber. We are all trapped in some way. Voice becomes mere whispers in the silence of the night. Calling to the angels who sit upon the twilight. Their two choices we can make. Either wait for the answer. Or seek out our own. Some only wish to forget they are all alone. Others accept the fact as proven. And in their eyes there can be no reason. For they are blinded as a sun set can be frozen in picture. Never believing their can be fissure An opening of the earth can exist beyond their reality of a reality. For when one gives up, all hope is lost. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 617 Unchangeable Destiny

Fortunes told of the wizard of the green Dead so it seems But is he really An elaborate hoax. With wisdom the poison will be swallowed An apprentice so silly With squandered powers on which he chokes A destiny will be made. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 618 Uncontrollable Shaking

I can't get my hands and body to stop shaking Yeah I'm that upset Yeah I'm that offended Yeah I'm that hurt Yeah I'm that humiliated I want to hide I want to bury my head under the sand I want to travel back to my world The one in which I'm strong The one in which I belong The one in which it doesn't feel so wrong If they only felt it as I do They have no clue what I'm going through Desperation in a senseless fashion A million different reactions But which is the right one a burnt and melted hand Between a hot stove and pan The skin blisters with blood pooling inside as puss was oozing Soon it'll be released as will I John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 619 Underneath

My easy heart follows I'm not but the way I am A symptomatic urge to please I just love this disease Let the arteries bleed Let me fill the red sea Let me do this in your company A presence of happiness and laughter is all I need to see An existence to breathe This is my desire With my soul lighting the fire No need to rewire Their is not a god damn thing wrong with me So stop acting like you my cure Rest assure you don't you won't To personal for my taste So much negative energy Its just a waste Can you relate Drama shoved right your tehe I can cross that bridge But why when I can go underneath John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 620 Unknown

Change, when the trust is gone. Know where you belong. For sometimes it hard to see. Blinded by a fools kindness. Letting go of everything. Baring yourself for everyone to see. The humiliation of being humble. Deny whats waiting for you under a tree. Pretend like your a disease. Bury all your wants and needs. Better yourself only to not succeed. Failure of a plan so perfect that nothing should go wrong. A pitch black soul sucking the life right out of you. Being bled dry only to realize. It was all for nothing. A unrelenting premonition. This will happen when least, suspected. Rejected, before you even try. Stall time. Wear it down. The disappearance of friendships everyday. How quickly it fades. A constant change. Become one of the deranged. So it ends with one changed. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 621 Untitled_1

Only in my dreams Can I achieve Everything you want from me When the skies goes dark You are my spark Even though you are so far off Worlds apart In the past, present, and future An ugly creature It crawls right out from my heart Where is the hate Is what my soul debates Can you relate? Are you one to agitate? With memories that keep me awake Burning at the stake I gave all that I wanted you to take A bad headache Eyes being sucked in Pain is where i begin With every ring of those wind chimes So pain is where it must end A sorry soul With absolutely no where to go Stuck in an unknown foreign land Angry with where I am Hiding from every truth I made my mistake Hiding from the demon I let loose Afraid of the abused So fearful of who gets blamed I just don't want to know the names Their never the same Their leading me to a question How to stop it Without ignoring it - I never wrote a title for this one so I'm not sure what to title it just yet John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 622 Victim of Parasites

So hard it is to describe what I have went through In the book of ages I couldn't fit all Does that make it garbage? Is a emotion that just sits, wasted? Would it be any different if that was me? And this was you? Judge not unless you have the follow through With convictions so convincing It make me think you almost believe every word you say. You can't make fun of what you can never understand So grab your long twig Poke at me from a far But just remember you are as the star Who is suppose to set a better example. Its not a preemptive strike Its exacting revenge with words as your knife With no just cause you try to stab me right in the heart Is it I scare you with my thoughts and concepts? Fear the predetermining factor To the melting down of this reactor I just want you to remember with every stone thrown I'll come back harder and faster For its where I thrive For I am but a mere victim of parasites John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 623 Victory Silhouette

Victory is my tune They call me a loon I say maybe so But I must move on with the show For everything can be mine All I have to do is try A burning desire above all else A box is waiting upon the highest shelf Nothing left to waste I know this place It holds all the names Trying to just touch that fame Rejoice in course I'm sailing The seas are high The waves are mighty But I'm not bailing For this is to the wind and sky I know no feelings of being so flighty For all I got to is try And victory will be mine I'm crossing swords with the best The great and intelligent A challenge beyond the rest A lesson must be learned from all the resentment Let the dust settle Let me shake the hand of the devil Hey man I'm just passing through Hey man I'm just tying my shoe Putting on my velvet coat Crossing this pretentious moat With a body full of air I shall jump in If only to float I won't give up not when I'm just so close This is all I love the most Thank you with a thousand tear drops From the echo of my heart For no matter where you are We will never be apart In your soul I shall not leave it so cold No matter where I go I want you to always know My thoughts are of you In everything I do Pick and choose I promise I'll do the best to never allow myself to lose Its my creation Its my revelation Its my imagination Creating all the sensation www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 624 A melodic twist Feel the rhythm Feel the rhyme Not him He's not of our time Somewhere lost in the past But I tell you as I write this so fast I'm here now and I will stay I will not just go away For today is new And tomorrow has not yet come So just try to kill this man He will not be undone It is as I am This has only begun John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 625 Voice Of Reason

A casual countdown to a casual black out. The clock has stopped. The heart has struck fear. Is it still beating or fleeing. Got to just got to run away get away any way you know how. Oh how you feel like a coward. Leaving others to get devoured. But if you want to survive you must hide. The alternatives are just suicide. Go into the depth of the mind. Just to find their not much different then you. The basic necessity eat, drink, sleep, stay warm, reproduce. A voice of reason is what separates you from them. It makes you a gem in the world. A manifestation of preservation. Is it another quaint essence, or is their some kind of correlation? Are we masters of our own disaster? Are we destine to destine destroy ourselves? What does our ingenuity truly manufacture? Does our anger inhibit our ability to see clearly? Question everything and know nothing. Fill books with the quite elaborated. Details spread so thick theirs no room for the cake. Then it becomes absolute ridiculous. How many came from you? You have no clue. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 626 Wake Up

I dreamed of you, then woke up only to realized everything still so screwed up. It was beautiful, I fought for my right to be with you. As I won, as our journey only begun as one. I get ripped out of one reality dragged into the next. I cant wait till I find you. Oh where are you? Oh who are you? Every night invading my dreams like a ghost who can't let go. But I hope its not that cold cause if so I never want to die. I'm so afraid of having to search you out in the after life. I know of your existence only in my minds own fantasy. I know your name like I could ever forget. Reyanne oh Reyanne where are you when I come running. I know you name but still know nothing of you. Oh Reyanne whats secrets do you keep, oh Reyanne tell me about your family. Let me inside from the outside like a stranger looking to explore. Sometimes just you know and I'm caught in that moment. Girl I can't forget ya an we haven't even met yet. Impossible its just a dream. then let me wake up, wake up, oh Reyanne please wwwwaaakkkee uuuupppp! ! ! John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 627 Wall of Fear, Honesty and Religion

How did you break through? It was fear that protected me It was my wall of honesty It crumbled like it built out of nothing but dirt Brought upon all kinds of hurt The unspoken to even the closest friends I could never truly let anyone in Was it pride? Was it the lack of understanding? Names can never brand me Because I know of so much worse Even as I say what could of happen Help wasn't really what I needed It was what I believe Held together with ropes so strong A mental brick wall But even the strong sometimes fall How do I build it again? I no longer fear it The truth holds my own conflictions and contradictions If I was psychologist, I'd be scared I am over analyzing again But it can't be helped Especially when I'm feeling like this Understanding is all I got And some days its just not enough But I still pull through I always do Because I built the morals to which I adhere and follow It would bring happiness to most But all it does is relieve the pain That would otherwise drive me completely insane Religion has made me sick Because of what happen I went on with an idea That could be found and followed as I lay the foundation That was one of my revelations I mixed rules with an unnamed god Karma seemed so much better then heaven Even the pegans 3 fold belief stuck Mix and match what I believed was right Then I put it under a candle light John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 628 Wars Being Waged In My Head

The black death has got too me. Shoot me full of pain killers because of such a simple gash. Such aghast. I think way to fast. My decisions aren't so well thought out. There more of a slip a tongue. I accidentally say what should be played. This is my life. And its in such a disarray. Its like a chess board with none of the pieces in there right places. Shuffle them up. Another hiccup, wars are being waged in my head. Some days I want to listen to whats being said. But alas I resist the temptation, at least till the dust settles. The coffee in the kettle is always best served black. Do I lack the proper tact. Is it a wait and see game. I wish I could forget all the names. Whose really to blame. I got it pushed upon me, don't you see. I guess you cant win when the shades are too black. I think its time to write a new contract. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 629 Wasted Chance

Secret admires are not always so secret. Sometimes all you have to do is ask. Then like the breeze just a moment ago. It's gone. It's part of the past. You and her are now lovers. All because you spoke up before it was to late. Yes sometimes the heart will break. But you will never know with a wasted chance to take. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 630 Watch It Burn

Lighting the money up, watching it burn. Oh the pleasure I get from destroying something that was earned with so much blood and sweat. So dirty, so greedy. Always a give me more. Another hand out. Lets start lighting the money up, watch it burn. Welcome to the world that has been. Backwards to front. Its sideways again. Its a constant hindrance on society. Shove it in our mouths right through the front teeth. Tell us whats fair, as we shiver from the chill in the air. The words bring as much despair. Hide it all in your lair. Protect yourself from the snare that was set for you and just you. Lets start lighting the money, watch it burn. Feed the furnace. Better then buying the lies built around it. Oh Satan you evil creature, divulge your secrets. How do you blind so many in such a mass proportions. The great distortion. The master of illusions. Lets start lighting the money, watch it burn. Building a huge bonfire, burying our dark desires. Moving on, if we are not already too far gone. Resting our heads with one eye open cause we cant quite call this home. Sometimes your better off alone. As time passes will it get better or worse. Am I cursed. Did some voodoo happen while I wasn't looking. Was it something that's been brewing and has been a long time coming. A disease with no end in sight. Time to make things right. Lets just burn all the money in sight John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 631 Watch Me Fade

Watch me fade. You wont change. You play a game. Leave a stain. That just wont go away. And this will be a price you pay. watch me fade. Always the same. A forgotten name. A picture on post card. That says i cared. Preparing for a long trip. Digging the trench I'm gonna hide in. Selling your soul to keep a friend. Watch me fade. The bar has been raised. No longer afraid. I lost and will lose nothing. Its for the best. Its hell of a mess. But this time their is a rewind. Its pact that cant be taken back. Watch me fade. Going right into the clouds. Covered by a shroud of darkness. Lift that veil. Protection from sight. Watch me fade. Dawn, changes to dusk. I will do what I must. Where is the trust. Ashes turn to dust. A speckle on a painting. Millions of them. Watch me fade. Forget my face. Forget my name. Memories will wain. Traveling through the plains of endless time. Lost in my mind. Digging deep for the soul I keep. I have found it again. Watch me fade. Assumptions made out jade. Its so perfect that it can't be. Don't you see. Your disease has crawled inside me. It slowly eats at my skin. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 632 So i was there to defend. So you were just pretending. Well watch me fade. Gone with the wind. This time i wont be back again. You have what you want. So don't. Because i won't. It went way to far. This time it has left scar. I'm not a martyr for your cause. I will not miss one bit of it. I no longer give in to a reason that does not exist. To care has only brought me despair. I was choking on the air. But now i can breath. Now i know why i must leave. So just watch me fade, just fade. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 633 We Are Of The Ignorant

The lie is sometimes easier to swallow. Accepting the truth sometimes seems out of this world. But it only because we've had our eyes closed since the day we were born. We are of the ignorant. And yet we are still proud. That banner still waves. The truth isn't for the feint of heart. Their is not a solution for us all. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 634 We Are the People

The man says, 'hey will somebody listen? I need to talk with someone to get this off my chest. In a persecution I transgress. With something missing in my heart, I fall into a category: I'm such a mess. Befuddled by every ones current situation. Emasculation of self being. We are one as a whole, Or not at all. I keep hearing an think to myself. Self sustaining. We must live off our own doings. Not those of others. We must create an equal trade. We have consummated a sickness that continues to increase. At a speed so fast I don't how it will end. Absolute destruction? Or the downfall of so many. Their is a enemy. We can't see it in our fake peace and harmony. If we portray it as better, will it be? No social security to the old and disabled. Your all done for. Your are all property of big corporations. That is what is depending on this. Yet I hear talk as if it has too happen. We are the people Mr. President. We are the people Senators. We are the people Congressmen. You just speak for us. Don't take that for granted. For you are still in the bounds of an agreement. To defend us as human beings. Not rob us of our dignity.' John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 635 We Need to Help Those who Can't Help Themselves

A child's game Each motivation different Outcomes tend to be the same. A Suicide A Shooting Violence by a means of the extreme emotion A feeling of being so disconnected Feelings of rejection Humiliation can cause such devastation Harm ones soul by the under minding ones self esteem. This is how we create the weak. When we should strengthen those whose life look so bleak Yes I have turned the other cheek But not everybody is like me We need to help those who can't help themselves John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 636 Welbutrin

Angels whisper in the night Stars among the twilight Dark birds hovering above my head waiting for their daily lunch Should I fall here, I will disappear One can not be seen, if not there One ca not be heard, if not there Watch your step One can not be touched, if not there But I don't just disappear, I leave little pieces of myself everywhere The dire straits of this life have elongated for way too long Depression wins in the end For the self righteous suicide Is all but for a dieing friend I'm drifting in an out Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here? Starvation is feeling so weird Soon I will die alone I keep pushing everyone away Stay down so I can drown The little voices always say Am I crazy? I think it's a possibility Mid life crisis in the oddest way Leaving everything behind me Starting anew Spit and chew Such filthy habits They die so hard Now I'm officially barred John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 637 Welcome To My Craziness

The shame, trying to tame the beast inside. It can no longer hide. It has lost the cover of darkness. Like a sickness I must get rid of this. Anger inward, blood spilling into the bathtub. Just another attempt at a precious thing we call life. Please say it will be alright. Please say I haven't wasted to much time. Being torn inside. I know and welcome death. Hes always been waiting contemplating anticipating how it will all end. Hes not what i would call friend. His whispers are mere poison. They drive you to edge, then he says go ahead jump. Quick and so painless. Welcome to my craziness. Its another Alice and wonder land. Nothing makes any sense and its suppose to. Playing guessing games of what I really want to do. Destiny has been confused. Slow and methodological are my thoughts. Driven by urges i have yet to understand. I see the plan I can see your hand. I know your demands. Feed the flame and fire with a fan of desire. I only want the best for you. And still i cant talk to you. Because of a pact i cant retract. Sworn to a twisted secrecy. Blasphemy of myself to a infinity. Pull the skin over my face. Hide the disgrace. Always smiling, when i should be one of misery and suffering. No destain for anyone in this heart. Even when its all falling apart. I brush off the battle scars like their nothing. Absolutely nothing. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 638 Welcome To My Hell

Broken bones. All alone. Scream but nothing comes out. Shouts falling on deaf ears. They don't care, they don't care. A soul filled despair. Theirs a chill in air. The end is near. Your body just disappears. Where did you go? Nobody knows. Dust upon your clothes. Surrounded by absolute darkness. Blood dripping from your head. A fall into the deep. A life so precious. Yet it can be so meaningless. So much yet you wanted to do, but their is no more time. Lock and buried deep inside. Making marks with your nails. Cracking them one by one. A body torn apart. A arm ripped out of its socket. Are you praying for your heavenly depart? As you lye in wait of that which isn't coming. What do you think about in your last moments? Are you spiteful to the very end? Are you one that cries? Are you one too pray for forgiveness of all your sins? Are you one that looks up to the sky? Will the answers ever come? Will this ever be done? Is it all a dream? So real, from touch, to taste, to smell. Only sight is lost in the place you dwell. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 639 When I put in black and white for you to read and you don't...

When I put it black and white for you too read. And you don't With a message you plant a seed To grow it won't To ask such a vague question An expect me respond. Well how about a question to the question as a lesson When I put it in black and white for you to read And you don't Don't expect me to believe No I won't I have no willingness to take part in the frivolous Even if it is from the anonymous I say stupendous, another rejected letter Lets surround it with hearts and feathers When I put in black and white for you to read And you don't Don't expect me to conceive For accepting the idea of innocence I just won't John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 640 When I'm Angry

When I'm angry just get away from me murder on the mind from time to time Please duck behinds those clouds For I don't know how much longer I can control myself Ripe for blood Hate my twisted love You come to me Feed me the evil intent Always the victim Always in this prison Slavery of the worst kind In the heart and mind Controlling you and there is nothing you can do Oh no you don't Oh no I won't Death is sneaky It creeps It explodes Emotions running wild The cage beast wants to be free It clings those iron bars constantly Its calling my name Saying just let me at him I'll do things you can not Not in your wildest dreams And this is how the monster always comes So gentle I might seem But when I tell you run Go on disappear, desperately with complete and utter fear For hes methodical And I can't forever hold him in If you do this in time you'll be forgiven Not by I but the beast locked deep inside John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 641 When in Doubt (SHOUT!)

One worries about some misguided fool will taking your words out of context. Let my artistic work not be a banner to wave. For I do not wish one to thrust them selves into darkness. But content is read, and given certain dues. By those who represent you. So when you see something needs to be advised of its meaning. They edit and revert to original. Why befuddled? Again I don't understand. Not the first time, or last time. I have no rebuttal. For they don't even answer me. Yet they put me up front. I guess I have attitude problems. We all have our issues to worked out. I will solve mine sooner or later. When in doubt (SHOUT!) . John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 642 When Will We Reach The End?

To explain to you all the things I believe in Is as explaining to you all the thing wrong with the world And with a list so long It starts unrolling. When will we reach the end? Never. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 643 Where Does It Lead? ? ?

Strange is the day, in the sun and still feeling cold. Making another move so bold. A million keys you hold. Which is the right door? Is it marked by a shadow? Does it have an reflection? Does it lead to another dimension? Does it house this worlds greatest invention? Does it teach you the art of prevention? How does one know if they don't go? Its not about ego. Its not about that which you don't have. For wants and needs are always there no matter the place in which you stand. Its the unknown. Its a curiosity. Like a cat we chase. Something new. Bring on the fall dew. Ancient instincts, haven't changed. No matter how sophisticated we get. We must never forget that we haven't seen it all yet. The arrogance of progress. Leaving your guard down creates such a mess. But we can't control it. Its the pure practice of chance. Its learning that new dance. Another fancy. A collector hanging the bullsh*t on the wall. The important hiding in the dark. A voice silenced by that which we don't understand. Putting a label to it. Trying to make it fit. Inventing a common practice. Always hesitating. Afraid but we must know how far down the hole goes. Have we created the black blizzard? Blacking out what can't be understood by the average man. A plan so simple but still it wont make sense. For your using a false pretense as a defense. Presumptuous reasoning. A guesstimation of the stars in a constellation. How many, have you really counted them all? Because you say so, just don't cut it no more. We need the proof that can never be provided. A fate already decided. As it ends i fear our souls will disappear. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 644 Where Is My Angel?

The angel has spoke to me again She’s always here Even when she’s not The love is still never forgotten Swimming though time Never totally out of my mined Someday we will be together again Lost so deep with memories meant to keep The angels has spoke me again Whispers in the night Such a delight is the pain I feel in my heart It lets me know I’m still alive It gives me a reason to survive No matter how much my life is torn apart I’m still standing I’m still moving She is my strength The angel has spoke to me again She has the voice of the wind Swaying in an out But never gone for too long I think she misses the life we once had We gave it our all but as children Our kingdom had to fall Rules of society made it To where it was never meant to be Lies in all our hearts She keeps whispering Calling for the forgotten world To collide Swallow the pride Pray for no more suicides A chance for the dance we never had All washes away like Picture on a postcard floating away The angel has spoke to me again She’s always here Even when she’s not The love is still never forgotten Swimming though time Never totally out of my mined Someday we will be together again Lost so deep with memories meant to keep The angels has spoke me again Whispers in the night Such a delight is the pain I feel in my heart It lets me know I’m still alive It gives me a reason to survive No matter how much my life is torn apart I’m still standing I’m still moving She is my strength www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 645 Where’s my angel now Where’s my angel now Where is she please come back? Your life so short Your life already gone The angel has spoke to me again She’s always here Even when she’s not The love is still never forgotten Swimming though time Never totally out of my mined Someday we will be together again Lost so deep with memories meant to keep The angels has spoke me again Whispers in the night Such a delight is the pain I feel in my heart It lets me know I’m still alive It gives me a reason to survive No matter how much my life is torn apart I’m still standing I’m still moving She is my strength Where’s my angel now Where’s my angel now Where is she please come back? Your life so short Your life already gone Oh where’s my angel now John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 646 Where is This Going

Destine to stay Destine to wait Destine to be Someone who needs other peoples agony Why me? How do I fix whats never been broken? I was looking at it, as it stared right back at me I waited till it was too late How empty am I? Bottomless darkness Please forgive my arrogance Please forgive my lunacy Please forgive my anger Its been bottled up for so my years That now if I drink my conscience completely disappears They guilt is a pleasure If that's the case I wish it would become light as feather So I could weather this horrible storm I don't want to feel so worn out by the end of the day Day after day Will I be okay? Only time will tell But it goes so slow right now I just don't know Where will this go? Please tell me where this will go John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 647 Who Are The Anonymous

There two kinds of alcoholics those who can function and those can not We call them functional, and nonfunctional alcoholics. One works every day just to celebrate The other calls off sick, bums money for another drink and continues to celebrate So to the alcoholics who are anonymous which one are you? John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 648 Who Are You I Dream Of?

I dream of you again. Surprises with such a twist. When push comes to shove. Where do you stand? On the receiving end. It all blends in. Like the hollow existence it is. Yet I feel the love from all directions. Its an an infection, just give me another injection. I rather feel nothing then a confusing pain without a face or name. Its the remembrance of the alternate plane. Then why is it so hard to explain. My mind fumbles and bubbles over the right word. Its just not yet there. A descriptive verse hovers in the air. Not real but not fake. Impossibilities are at stake. All because I dream of you. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 649 With Each Memory Drained

With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself What was her name I think I already forgot. A remembrance that matters not Is it really the now that you got? Grab hold Squeeze till it never stops Like a heart dieing I must try harder, harder With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself What did her face look like Another one erased I am walking backwards Picking myself apart Digging and searching So maybe these feelings Will just fade With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself As I touched her only the way a man could ever know What were the sounds The moans, the whispers In the dark I must make it blank Wipe the slate clean But it just seems mean

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 650 With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself Where was it we first met In the summer yet If only I could just forget I must be stronger I must not hold on any longer Like an obsession it just won't die With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself What was the first kiss What was the first taste With such a sweet embrace This is something I just no longer want relive I gave it all I have give Still suffering. With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself The muffled sounds of a fight Screams and shouts brought to the light Just dim it all out Absolutely nothingness A void I must become With a sadness that must be unknown With each memory drained I feel better I write another letter But never the same www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 651 Not as I once was If only because The loss of love matters not that much I keep telling myself John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 652 With Money And A Mouth Peice Of The Wise

Walking in paradise and not even knowing. You think your the only one. A theory tried and proven wrong. Their is so many of us. Small insignificant. A minuscule being. You simply don't matter. It's alway the bigger and the baddest. Jump just a little higher. To reach the ledge and climb up. To only a different level. Being controlled. By those who have cheated. They are smarter and you have been defeated. A conquest to somewhere. But where are you? A never moving frozen stone. Solid and alone. Taking on it all. Weathering the storm. Listening to the thunder roar. Enduring the slamming of the doors. The gates to heaven are closed to you. Not till you have seen it all. The third man rides a horse in with his cane pretending to be of the wise. His old appearance with thinning gray hair is just another disguise. For he's here to create compromise with the black knight. Like the forbidden apple he passes the fruit. Mmm, it taste good and all we want is more. He makes his promise. Then points to the dark shadow. And soon we are engulfed in the darkness. Not of the promise land. One of the damned. As close as you are going to get to hell on earth. With the whispers of those who have been cursed. Echoing from this place. We are all swallowing with disgrace. We are not the symptom but the problem. Falling for it everytime. With lies we believe. It is only what we tell you. With intelligence bought and pay for. The ultimate form of mind control. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 653 Without Given Notice

Next time you remove something of mine at your liking. Without given notice. For it is my right as the author. The reason behind the reasons. Things do not just happen. With a grievance I will make you aware of just how offended I am I am not the son of sam. My works are not evil in intent. They are as I feel, as I am. I say to you judges and juries What gives you the right Without given notice Like a contract I feel it has been broken. What has been under copy write has just been stolen. I think not I own the original. It in a note book and on my computer So good luck and god bless. I wish you the best Without given notice. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 654 Without the ones I love, Without the god above.

Without the ones I love Without the god above I am of but of the weak An existence so bleak They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek Listen to every word I speak I'm here to teach So mistakes won't be repeated A heart that I can't stop the bleeding With my words I can only hope I'm reaching Let distance divide Still I shall try to change the tides Without the ones I love Without the god above I am of but of the weak An existence so bleak They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek Listen to every word I speak For I'm not here cause I like to preach Pain can be prevented with right medicine An antidote with and injection A simple confession To my self And everyone else Without the ones I love Without the god above I am of but of the weak An existence so bleak They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek

Listen to every word I speak My intent is not of the cheap Bury all the greed in the dead sea For it is dead to me I've done things in my time I'm not proud of I've made up reasons that start with because I tried to justify the why It engulfed the sky Without the ones I love Without the god above I am of but of the weak An existence so bleak They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek

Listen to every word I speak I must eat Not because want to, but because I need to www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 655 Someone has to keep this body alive Through those evil eyes I watched you die Didn't lift a finger, you said it was what you wanted Didn't try to stop you, figured you wouldn't go through with it But you did and now it is so hard to forgive Without the ones I love Without the god above I am of but of the weak An existence so bleak They say come on man you should really turn the other cheek John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 656 Work, Work, Work

Just let me unlock the secrets of the soul Give me the power of self control In a calming meditation I transgress Hopefully my life will be considered progress In such a backwards world Where what ones does means nothing compared to what one has. Call me a quack See how slow I am to react As if I accepted my role In this act Imagine that I'll take what I got and do the best I can Breaking down to take a stand Eh, what's the next plan I'll worry about that when I get to it Think on your feet Here just take a seat Kick back and relax Your good for now You don't have over consume Please don't eat that cow My god wow I guess that makes someones parents proud but not oh not mine, mine The shift of the tides Work, Work, Work Break it all down and look what you have found John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 657 World At War

All hands on deck. Were at the brink of another war. May god save our soul. For chaos will riegn with the hot embers of a past fire. A holocaust in a sick sense. A massacre of millions and billions of men, women, and children. The scale could be devastating. Life as you know it is over. No where to hide. isolationism is dead in the water. We are being taken over and exploited in every way. Our freedoms gone. slaves to the minimum wage. Revolt and we all die. Is this the reasons we sacrificed so many lives. Forsaken by our own people. Told that if we speak out against them we must be one of them those terrorist without even making a threat. Oh what have we done? Can you yet see the anger of regret. This battle becomes a guerrilla war. Every state out for itself. A completely divided nation. A collapse of many cultures and civilization. This is one that no one can win. No matter the intent. Another cold war. Tip toe, in the most round bout way. Because annihilation will destroy all civilizations. No backing down. Great men stroking their ego's with very dangerous threats. The insanity of it. A hair trigger please stop before were all done for. Oppression solves nothing. Silence the lambs. Sacrifice those lambs. Please save all the lambs. Blood is blood and we all bleed the same. We all die the same. Death will not change a thing. We must negotiate for inner peace for those already deceased. A tribulation to the financial devastation we brought upon our self. Can you now see we must cut and soder it off before it destroy us all. Its not about separation but self preservation. So the next one that says we should be spending. Oh yours so wrong. The moneys already gone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 658 Writing To

Writing to feel Writing to heal Writing to steal Writing every emotion.. With such a white background. It makes no sound Even as the keys I pound. Let my words have bite Let from my words drip out meanings beyond meanings Its something I try to be constantly be achieving. Writing to feel Writing to heal Writing to steal I want every heart and mind Sucked in cause this is my world stage No sense of the time. Never to turn the page Stuck in to a world oh so oh so fine Writing to feel Writing to heal Writing to steal Listen to her melody, as she sings. Let chaos reign down from the skies What will this day really bring? Will the letter say good bye? Will it mend everything? Making everything better. Destroying all the consequences That exist in your world. Welcome to the place I visit daily. Inspirational maddness, It attacks, attacks, and attacks. With perfect sadness I must let go once more. And then the words hit the floor Writing to feel Writing to heal. Writing to steal. Becoming one with my soul. Fighting for its one and only control. Its mine, Its mine. Its mine. In this reality it subsequently is not A constant questioning of what? Writing to feel Writing to heal. Writing to steal. With every sound, taste, and light. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 659 The worlds get get oh so oh so bright Understand that which is not so forthright This is my night, and day. So come on join me, please this way. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 660 Written In Blood And Love

In pages written in blood, in pages written love. Stories are told of you grow old together. Live to dieing forever. Scarred by the pain of misery. Scarred by the imperfections the have created so many rejections. Give me the antidote to the poison that I have slipped in my own drink. Let me breath the life in again. Drowned out all the cowardliness of my angel who holding me up. Such a beautiful crutch. Still in the pages written in blood, in the pages written love. We are just one of millions. Every story is the same. All that's changed is the names, places, and faces. Erase it all. Rewrite the entire fall. Let the wind take me. Let the lightning strike me here and now. For i will not let it cloud my judgement. No matter the storm that's brought on. In the pages written in blood, in the pages written in love Hate me for the right reasons Hate me because I am what you wanted me to be. In all the irony. I didn't change for you. It was done way before you came along and sang your song. All the pages have been written, in blood and love. The Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet to the fullest. Its the cruelest games in tragedy strikes without a ounce of leniency. No mercy to those who are jumping without a life line. Protection against the evil of an accident so quick. A slip becomes a fall. Next your trying to stall buy a little time. But its in vain. Nothing can be changed. Its sink or swim till you reach shore. So long off stripped of everything you thought was important. Values so mixed up in these pages written in blood, in the pages written in love. We have killed another pair of doves. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 661 Writting From The Heart

Writing from the heart It is all have ever known For when you cold and alone Who do you really got? But of course yourself Full of thoughts. If you were even given a chance What would you do? Well I choose to write from the heart Tell you of stories not of fantasy of today But a reality in horrid way It is to celebrate Who I am Where I came from An explain stories untold that will never otherwise unfold. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 662 Yellow Stone

Poor yellow stone. Yet another victim of oils unending greed Winding down a river so clean. It is no longer so pristine. Gas sky rocking upon our great travels And again it harming our environment Mother nature you will have your revenge With a sweet and unending embrace. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 663 You Are My Faith

You have brought me here. No time for fear, courage out of control. Take on the world with nothing lining my pockets. Living the life of a poor man. Just scraping by looking for the better life. The American dream. And theirs millions of us so it seems. And i know if i find it i must share it. Will you do the same? Will you stop the selfish claims? What is yours is mine and mine yours. You've taught me so much in so little time. It reminds me of ours past. Fast forward then rewind. Dreams i thought to be dashed, by broken promises made so long ago. I'm not that lawyer dressed in that fancy suit. I don't own that castle. But that was made without understanding, of things so simple yet very complex. I was just a kid watching my mom struggle. I needed something to hold onto as i do now. I'm not down or out. Feel the power of faith. Feel the power of my energetic embrace. Just a taste of my new race. Even when the game has changed. The basic concepts are the same. But this time i shall not let go till I have it. You are the catalyst to my chemical reaction. Suddenly everything makes sense to me. It was right in front me. Direction has hit me like an infection. And i will do it right here so you can see it and you are always near. Thank you my friend again. You stick with me through thick and thin. You've turn on the light where my path was once so dark. A lifted spirit I don't deserve it. But still you are there. Now I'm prepared for what i need to do next. Lining it up all like dominoes. And the only thing i can do to keep them from falling is to keep all those fake friends out. Here's to you, and what i know you must be going through. But still you listen to my constant venting. But its all over 5 fake friends gone in one month. Enough is enough. I broken the ties that they tried to hold me down with. Loves deadly kiss can be desperate and lonely. But it no longer can controls me. Again i thank you for it. You made me remember my purpose, what i was searching for. You unlocked my door once more. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 664 John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 665 You Have Just Been Censored

I've got an opinion 'Yeah what is it? ' Just shut the hell up and I will tell you. 'Now why would I want to do that? ' Well because your fucking fat. Or maybe it's some other simple fact. I'm an opinionated asshole. What are you going to do about it? 'I'm sorry sir but you have just been censored.' John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 666 You Made Me Just Another Stepping Stone

You claim to be all alone. You made me just another stepping stone. What are you trying to conquer? Do you see the pearly gates laying beneath all that money? Why cant you do what you love? Is it really asking to much? You claim to be all alone. You made me just another stepping stone. Is this something I'm suppose to condone. No I won't. No please don't. Your starting to cry. I can see the tears in your eyes. This is the hardest goodbye I will ever know. And all you can say is so, so, so what get f*cked. You claim to be all alone. You made me just another stepping stone. I'm sorry but that's all gone. The manipulation has become extremely aggravating. No more deviations from the here and now. I don't need the why. For greed is the credence for it all. Yet you still explain away. Like I will again be the sucker of the day. You seem vexed. Its not that complex. I just don't give a sh*t. Not no more. Not like before. I cant believe in illusions so fake that if I touch them they might just break.

You claim to be all alone. You made me just another stepping stone. The seeds have been sewn. The bait has been set. In this trap I wonder who you will get. Will you ever love and regret. In your eyes we met. It was a flirtatious bet. Words were said. Somehow we ended up in together. You said forever as you were trying to use me till I had nothing left. But I knew, and I told you it just doesn't work that way. Listen to the words I say. You claim to be all alone. You made me just another stepping stone. Just another stepping stone. So be alone and ask nothing more of me. Please don't lie and say you loved me. Antagonistic and unrealistic. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 667 You claim to be all alone, all alone. You made me just another stepping stone. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 668 You My Friend

In detachment certain things can be learned. A love that will always be doesn't teach us of harsh realities. It make us as a closed minded entity. You my friend have learned of pain and agony These feelings are normal and let us know we are still alive. John Bastian

www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 669 Your Already Taken

Pleasure is all mine, god how kind are those eyes. How many times have they been compromised? Anger in control. I'm becoming another prick. Not what I wanted. But my love has been broken. Right through ringer. I stand no chance. Even with a desperate glance your already taken. So I'm becoming numb again, which is really dumb with the internal feelings have for you. But what can I do, sit and wait for an opening in the gate. No I cant, time isn't infinite. I had my chance. Now theirs a dance and I'm not the partner. Your just another fantasy playing tricks with a desperate heart. So I must let go with voice cold. I'm sorry I'll love you always. But this has become shallow. Your demoralizing my values. And that just wont do. Again I Edited This For Content, So If You Want Read The Original Message Me. John Bastian

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